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jokerbats-exposed · 1 year ago

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I was very hesitant and scared to post something like this, however I feel it is the right thing to do. I do not want this person to do this to anymore young women and I believe this needs to be talked about.

In 2019 I met online on the dating app OKcupid someone by the name of "Byron Brutons" his age would have been "28" in that year.

He was constantly changing his location on the app too.

When I met this person I was 19 years old, we became very good friends eventually best friends and I hadn't had the chance to properly meet face to face in real life apart from once due to pandemic restrictions.

I did notice that many times he was reluctant to video call however we were very close and I trusted him to eventually open up and tell him my personal struggles and traumas.

Me, believing the identity he told me decided to work with him on projects for "Jokerbats" (a "band" he is in. Despite from what I can see and from what he told me, nobody being in it anymore except him. And one of the members actually being dead and him pretending to be her. Obviously I have left Jokerbats now and am no longer in the band.) and eventually, much to his enthusiasm after knowing him two years, to move in to his flat and live with him.

I had never been to his area and do not know anyone there, I told him in depth my disabilities so he was well aware before I came and seemed very supportive of me and understanding constantly promising to help me and reassuring me.

We would talk every single day, oftentimes for hours on end on phonecalls. Me sharing my personal stories with him. I did notice that he was very reluctant to share anything personal for a long time, despite me doing the same.

It seemed as though I should trust him but he didn't have to trust me. Nevertheless, he constantly promised to be there for me and seemed completely truthful, I had no doubts at the time.

I moved in after knowing him two years with a lot of enthusiasm and happiness that I was to finally be with the person I loved the most - however even from day one I noticed something was very off.

Eventually as time went on the way he treated me got significantly worse.

He treated me with aggression and verbal abuse, which had me very taken aback as he was wonderfully kind online. At first I thought it may just be an occasional argument but it got very clear that this was one sided, and very blatant manipulation, lying, and an abuse of power dymanics, "hot and cold" red flags talking down to me like I am a child (which I am a literal baby compared to him. He was 45 years old When I was born) etc. Shouting and screaming outside my door and in the middle of the night. Believing the only reason I wanted to move away was because the street we lived on was loud, not due to his abuse.

He would also hug and kiss me without my consent which was extremely scary for me.

Knowing very well after conversations and trust in him that I have difficulties with anxiety and sensory issues due to my diagnosis which I was willing to explain in depth.

There were very minor things that could easily be talked over but instead I was shouted and sworn at and treated in a very ableist and demanding manner, even in public over this.

For example him going down the street, shouting and swearing at me, and me having to walk away from him on my own to get away from it, this happened a good few times.

He did things that would set off my PTSD and not care he was doing so, when I told him he would take great offence and abuse me.

There were MANY cases of this but when I asked him very minor things such as asking him to turn the volume down on very loud speakers that were not in use and buzzing while I was in the living room he would fly into a rage, apologise, then do the same thing the next day.

His response to such minor things was extremely disproportionate.

One of many examples was that I was shouted and screamed at for there being no curtains in the bathroom with a big open unfrosted window and me needing some up for privacy (one of countless things I was not told prior to moving in.) and when he bought curtains, which is a basic privacy need, I was made to feel immensely guilty over it and told over and over again "nobody would be as nice to you as me. Nobody would care about you as much as me."

I believe that even if I did not have any disabilities, which do not need to be explained or justified to anyone, that I would still have been treated wrongly by this person. I believe he was using these an excuse for his abuse.

After a short time of being there, I was told to "fuck off" multiple times threatened to be kicked out and made homeless and told by him I can't live with him.

I also had attacking comments disguised as concerns. For example my weight commented on very early on and told I was overweight with the guise of concern.

Some have suggested that he was using these snide comments to control my appearance to appeal more to him. I agree. He mentioned I "overate" and "put on more weight since I last saw you" he has absolutely no place to comment on my body or appearance, especially after these comments came from only living with him a couple days.

I have issues with trust, he was aware of this. and was repeatedly pushed and pressured into trusting him, made to feel very uncomfortable and upset.

He would quite literally spent all day every day including weekends on his PC, supposedly busy as a freelance graphic designer and would get extremely angry if I was to disturb him to ask about important things such as buying food and practicalities etc. I had no idea how much bills etc cost before I moved in (I have an entire backlog of messages where I asked questions of these) and was almost always persistently ignored and taken advantage of again and again.

We rarely communicated and when we did I was met with a lot of hostility and thus had my trust broken, when I told him about this I was shouted at, told to leave and repeatedly told that he was a "nice person" and he had "done so much for me"

As well as telling me that I was keeping him from his dreams supposedly, from living with him which we agreed to do and that I was "imagining everything". Obviously a lot of delusion was implied and the blame was turned on me, as if I was at fault for moving in and taking up space when he very much wanted me there from our online conversations.

Another example I remember was when he was shouting at me and then apologised and hugged me (without asking). I said I was very worried and scared and didn't know if I could trust him, his response to that was to stop hugging at me and scream at me again and tell me to "Go back to the way I felt before."

I have many screenshots etc saved, but at the moment it is far too upsetting and traumatic to dig everything out to show everyone. And the texts are not as bad as what he said to me in person of course. He's smart, he isn't going to out himself as an abuser and leave evidence that easily.

His flat was completely unlivable with multiple hazards, I was not given a proper view and was not told about the various issues it has and he blamed me moving in for him having less space, as well as getting abusive when I pointed out the many issues that the flat had although I tried to work with him to fix them.

I also come from a very long way away, I was completely new to his city and he knew this.

It was filthy with mould, a musty smell (including smelling strongly of urine) and cobwebs, broken appliances, no space due to his immense and dangerous hoarding etc.

I did not expect things to be perfect, but this was clearly abuse and manipulation but this isn't the first time I've experienced a person like this and I have found the longer you stay the worse it gets. I have been fortunate to have had abuse counselling so I can spot red flags a lot easier than most, of which there were none online, as he maintained a perfect persona.

For over two years of knowing him and speaking to him every day, there were no red flags. Not online or in real life, until I moved in with him.

Eventually friends made me see that things were worse than I thought and called out the police for me. As I was scared with a fear of no privacy and other things, I quite literally barricaded myself into a room.

I would also like to mention that he would hug and kiss me without my consent, he saw that as an okay thing to do despite how I did not want that. And I can guarantee that if I stayed it would have escalated.

He also complained a lot about the foreign students living nearby in a very clearly racist and prejudiced way and laughed at people at a gay bar we walked past and called them Tr*nnies.

I did actually tell him that wasn't okay and he went on a tirade about how he should be allowed to say whatever he wants.

So the "activism" he does is also performative and for appearances, he is extremely prejudiced Irl.

he also supposedly attended a local extinction rebellion meeting which I was actually close to informing them about him to be aware.

If all this was not bad enough, police found out that he was lying about his true identity.

His age according to the landlord was actually 65 almost 66.

Obviously I did notice he did not look his supposed age at all and the pictures used are old/edited, but he told me that this was due to health issues and disabilities from "traumatic incidents that physically aged him" which I believed at the time and did not want to question but which from all he has lied to me (and adamantly promised me he never lied when I asked him seriously more than once.) I am very dubious about this too. I was very shocked when I found his true age, I had a strong feeling he was older but not that old.

His real name is also not Byron it is "Andrew Paul Homer."

He is also known as Sebron Garity/Sebron Brutons.

I was never told the truth for 2 years and it took until police intervention for this to come to light.

I was living with this person, I thought that there was a 9 year age gap however there is in fact actually a FOURTY FIVE year age gap.

To put this into perspective, Andrew Paul Homer is old enough to be my GRANDFATHER.

I WAS TWENTY ONE YEARS OLD. HE WAS SIXTY FIVE YEARS OLD.

I met him when I was a TEENAGER.

A man in his 60s wanted a romantic and sexual relationship with a TEENAGER.

And apparently its not illegal to lie about your age like this?

Even if he had treated me well, I would no longer persue the relationship if I found he was lying about his age and identity.

While I was (slightly) over 18, this is without a doubt predatory and grooming. It goes without saying.

He typed and acted like a 30 year old, knowing the slang/interests etc. It was VERY believable which leads me to believe he's done this to other women in the past and he also disguised himself to look younger too.

There was a very strong bond and trust, the strongest I have had with a non-family member. And was broken in a very scary way.

I genuinely believe this person is seeking young women who struggle with issues to manipulate. (as he told me he was also supposedly talking to a girl on anti depressants. And spoke to students at the local uni. And most likely there are probably others.)

What I also found extremely disturbing was that he only told me recently a band member from Jokerbats who I thought was alive for years, actually apparently died years ago and he is pretending to be this person, posting as her through her page. (Trixania Brutons. Who's real name was Cordelia Gaitens)

now from what he has done to me this could have disturbing implications.

This person is using his past trauma as an excuse to lie about his identity, and become abusive.

However, as someone who has suffered past trauma I have never done this and trauma is never an excuse to do this. Too many people like me are taken advantage of and it needs to end. I do not mind being public about this if I can raise awareness.

If it was not for my family and friends assuring me this was worse that I thought, I would still be there and I know things would have gotten worse. I spent time crying and in a bad mental state because of the way I was treated from his manipulating, not because I am "naturally like this." and "always negative" like he would tell me. My depression - WHICH WAS IMPROVING BEFORE I MOVED IN DUE TO HIS FALSE PROMISES OF A BETTER LIFE AND MAKING MUSIC ETC NONE OF WHICH CAME INTO FRUITION - was made worse by living with him.

This person knows about autism and yet threatened to kick me out over my sensory issues and not fully trusting him and what that comes with my conditions as he said "you are too ill to live with."

This is incredibly demeaning, imagine the same being told to someone with a physical illness, my mental health would not have declined as much if I had been treated properly and not manipulated and lied to. (my physical health also declined too. I suffer from CPTSD/Chronic fatigue syndrome/ME which was worsened by this. I had family members comment that my body was tense, I had swollen Lymph Nodes and aches/pain/shaking. my appearance got worse with my acne getting a lot worse while I lived with him etc. I also noticed large dark circles and my fatigue getting worse, muscle pain and a very physically weak feeling from the worry. And more. So there were many physical signs of stress) Living in a horrific environment that he had glossed over in the pics/vids he showed me to make it look nicer. He deliberately moved out his clutter and mess in the video he made of his flat showing me before I moved in, which was further complicated by the pandemic.

He was also wanting to register as my disability carer so he could make money from me.

I also see an intense irony in this, as I told him well in advance about my hardships yet I had no idea until I moved in with him that he had bad physical health issues. From what I saw these were severe, he was very frail and when we went out he needed a stick and would constantly walk slow, fall over on the street and had back problems etc.

He thought it was okay to undermine and abuse me for my mental health telling me I was "too ill to live with" but thought it was perfectly okay to never disclose his physical illnesses and expect me to accommodate that I suddenly found out about and wasn't prepared for, while not doing the same for me.

It seems almost he thought I would have no autonomy and couldn't speak for myself which is probably what he wanted from me without a doubt.

A few years ago I would have taken his abuse as gospel, however now I know I am capable and not a burden. He does not see fault in himself and used my health against me, which is of course gaslighting.

The police have told me if he does anything again he will be arrested and I have moved.

I do not have anything to gain myself from going public about this, but I want to warn other young women, please be VERY VERY aware of this person and people like him. He will appear extremely nice and caring even knowing him for years, promising you the world, but in real life, he is anything but.

Even if this friendship had been all in real life, the same would have happened and it has in my past experiences, unfortunately it is easier to hide your true self online.

I 100% believe if I had met him in real life he would have done the same as online and hid his true self until I moved in with him then started attacking me. So I firmly believe that the circumstances it made no difference.

Even for two whole years, which I have no idea why he didn't realise the truth would come out eventually.

After the police exposure, he sent very manipulative apologising texts. Saying he would have told me the truth but if he did he wouldn't think he would be friends (I wonder why?...)

He would say sorry in one text then in the next ask me for things back he had given me as gifts, which just further shows his ingenuity.

I have kept every text from these 2 years just in case it's needed.

He also went extremely far weaving his fake story, it was EXTREMELY believable and that paired with his charm obviously tricked me for over two years. He was quite happy to lie non-stop about pretty much everything, and look me in the eye with no guilt. I have no idea how he can even have a conscience.

If I expressed doubt and worry I was screamed at, sworn at and told "if you can't trust me then leave."

I am not a naive or gullible person, my disability does not make me this way. this was very well planned out and he pulled the wool over the eyes of relatives who I know are very intelligent as well as professionals. I lived in a supported accommodation beforehand and he managed to manipulate all the trained professionals who worked there into believing him and coming over to his side. I can't stress enough how incredibly dangerous this person is. He even managed to manipulate the police.

I was to plan a meeting for him to eventually meet my family, but he said he couldn't go because he was too busy, now I realise that he wouldn't want to see them in fear of being exposed.

I completely believe he is deliberately seeking young women who he sees as "naive and gullible" such as the young girl on antidepressants as these types of women are more easy to manipulate.

I find it absolutely sick he knew I had Post Traumatic stress disorder, and used that to his advantage to deliberately trigger me, hurt me, lie to me and gaslight me.

This person is absolutely vile and I honestly think he should not be allowed in society and justice should be served, which it sadly has not.

But when I stood my ground and refused to be pushed around, that's when he became aggressive.

There were slip ups of course, for example he told me about the old band he was in "Trashcan Soul and the cripples of rage." and when I looked them up they had released an album in the 80s. Which makes no sense as he would have been born after this era.

He had blamed the publisher and told me they made a mistake and it was actually published in 2009.

He always would run with this story that he was 30, he talked about video games from the 90s and pretended that he played them as a kid, I'm assuming to try and be more relatable to me which is very creepy. He is also very immature for his age. I cannot for the life of me figure out his thought processes, he very clearly needs mental help and if I'm being honest, jail time for what he has done.

What I am relaying in my post is just the things I know, I am VERY sure there is a lot he has done that has been hidden.

I noticed various inconsistencies in his stories. Dates not lining up etc. And when I told him this he got angry at me and said things such as "everyone makes mistakes" I noticed that when my trust started to wane I felt scared around him, and pointed that out, that is when the abuse worsened. As he must have known I was on to him.

He had my friends and family charmed and tricked too. Including mental health professionals (It is actually written in my notes to talk to him if I am feeling depressed. Because, obviously the NHS mental health team being who they are they have to relay their responsibility on to someone else without doing any background checks, but that's another issue.)

He also did things such as delay his covid vaccine (as its done in age ranges and at that time the around 30s were being done) to further push the lie that he was 30. Also he made a huge deal about how getting the vaccine was so important, which is obviously not true if he is willing to delay it with his delusion of being 35 years younger than he actually is.

He has lied in many places, if you look him up currently he is saying he is this 30 on all profiles.

This has not only caused me so much pain knowing the horrible truth about someone I was EXTREMELY close to after two years of non-stop lies, manipulation and deceit.

But it has also caused a huge loss in money for me. Hundreds of pounds I have wasted moving in with him, travelling etc that I will never get back. I wasted a huge chunk of my life on getting moving sorted out - which I have had to move twice in one year and several times after due to him.

Huge amounts of stress for my family and friends worrying about my wellfare and I am now stuck in a place where I know nobody other than him on my own.

I reached out to places such as the police, women's charities -(such as women's aid, UAVA etc) and a religious member of my family even tried getting the church to help me. NONE of them would help. All of them said it wasn't severe enough or out of their hands just because my life wasn't at risk which I think is absolutely deplorable.

How bad does a person have to be? So that I am at the end of my tether, feeling suicidal and yet that isn't "bad enough??"

I have had more abusive relationships in the past, I have had an ex abuse me until I felt broken and nobody cared or took action until he got a hold of a gun and made a threat at after I left him and then finally the police actually cared and he stopped stalking me. (New college Durham, for those curious.)

At what point is the line drawn, and how many more times does this have to happen for people to take notice and start taking things seriously?

The trauma from this almost caused me to drop out of university and give up on life, I fell into a very deep depression and almost took my own life because of what Andrew did to me. Words cannot express the extent of the pain and heartbreak this has caused and the damage he has done to my life.

I have spent my days in paranoia, panic attacks, loneliness, tears, severe depression and thoughts of suicide and self harm. And much more.

I do not want to go public about this, but this has caused me severe trauma that I am still suffering from after the police Intervention of 2021. Nobody has taken me seriously and I am now stuck with extreme trust issues for the rest of my life due to this. So if posting publicly about this exposes him, then so be it. Because nobody has helped me or offered any support. No agencies, police, women's safety services etc. I am appalled at how there has been no help for this or the prior abuse I have suffered and I have been expected to deal with it alone.

I am tired of keeping quiet about this and I believe the right thing to do is to come forward about such terrifying and damaging abuse.

I still blame myself for trusting him, but he was such a good liar and manipulator he has me believing everything was my fault. Having a very high opinion of himself and his work, others have said its extreme narcissism and I must agree. He would constantly refer to himself as a "defender of the innocent" and "ahead of our time." in his rediculously long monologues about himself. He is delusional and believes he is a famous public figure.

Which if we were to talk, no matter what we were talking about, he always had to steer the conversation over to how his music was to change the world.

He truly did believe his delusions wholeheartedly. And initially I just thought it was ambition until I realised how self centered and cruel he really was.

He hated spending any money, according to him he had "plenty of money" yet would willfully live in what I can only describe as squalor to save money for himself and his music career.

He took extreme cost cutting measures that I would expect from someone well below the poverty line.

I would never judge anyone for having no money, but I am judging him for supposedly having enough money, telling me this, and also subjecting me to these extreme cost cutting measures so I could not live comfortably or safely.

When I moved in he didn't even have a working oven and washing machine to save money, and non of the lights worked so he just used lamps which most of the time it was too dark to see, which of course if I pointed out I was screamed at.

And countless other things I could divulge but are not the focus of this post.

This is very scary stuff and is painful and traumatic to write about, and I completely believe that if I had stayed in that environment the abuse would have worsened as he is very clearly extremely unstable but I believe that we need to speak up about this, and keep doing so, to alert others.

I just truly hope nobody ever has to cross paths with this person or anyone like this and go through what I did ever again. Its time to draw the line under abuse, and I don't mind sharing my story if it will help expose the truth.

I will not remove this, I have backups and may post in other places if required.

After I left and moved away he texted me with absolutely no remorse whatsoever, he completely believed that he did nothing wrong repeated his mantra of being a "good person" and said all he wanted to do was to help me make music and have a music career, which is clearly untrue.

In the end he actually admitted himself that he was hiding behind this personna. Underneath he is a rotten, cruel liar.

I am sure that fans of Jokerbats will be upset to hear this, believe me I understand the feeling of anger at knowing the truth more than anyone.

But this is the reality of this person, I have lived with him and gotten very close to him and he is not who he says he is. Everything about the band and his persona is a lie.

This is a highly dangerous and manipulative person playing the victim card that is very not living in the real world and living in a delusional fantasy.

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eepybish · 1 year ago

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cjohnson90 is a catfish, check out the blog @catfish-receipts, there is a link to the real Cameron

Alrighty then

#such a random anon to get but okay #I mean good on ya for exposing catfish but like I didn’t ask?#asks #answered

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feeder86 · 8 months ago

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Tommy's Two Hundred

From the moment Tommy had joined the gay dating app, he’d spotted that the closest person to him geographically was a catfish. It was obvious from the little thumbnail picture that no one with a body that good could live so close by and him not know about it. The picture, showing the massive pecs and toned six pack were guaranteed to have been stolen from some straight bodybuilder somewhere in the world; but definitely not anyone who lived within at least two hundred miles of this backwards town in the middle of nowhere. The guy was probably some lonely, middle aged man seeking some attention that he did not deserve; attention that Tommy had no intention of bestowing upon him.

With his good looks and average height, Tommy soon found himself on a couple of dates with guys from the app. Some a little older; a couple still in college. He always got himself so excited before each one, having enjoyed endless kinky exchanges beforehand, back and forth. He liked it when the guys led the conversation with their horny talk, getting most aroused when they spoke about dominating him and tying him up. He gave these virtual suitors a deep, authorative voice in his head as he read out their messages, imagining the ways they’d seek their pleasure from him. In these fantasies, he built an entire persona for his dates; the way they spoke, the way they acted; the things they would do to him after getting back. He was his own worst enemy. No one could live up to such expectations. Despite being bold and brave behind the keyboard of their cell phones, the guys were never as Tommy pictured them in real life. They were polite and friendly; a little kinky perhaps, but only behind closed doors. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for Tommy’s bubble to burst, leaving him stuck on a dull date with another boring Mr Average.

As Valentine’s Day rolled around once more, Tommy felt the sting of still being single at the age of twenty-four. Friends, who thought they were being helpful, lamented about how difficult it was to understand why a guy so good looking and successful was still on the shelf. Tommy, however, knew that he just wasn’t being plain enough with people about what he was really after. He’d wasted more than a couple of years of his time on guys who were never going to please him in the ways he most wanted. If he was going to find the man of his dreams, he would need to start his dating profile from scratch.

Stripping his shirt and binding his hands with rope, Tommy posed for his new profile picture. He updated his username to include his submissive nature. Then, it was finally time to work on the profile itself. He stripped it bare of the mundane details about his favourite hobbies and movies, his education and aspirations. In their place, he went to town about his kinky interests and desires. He wanted to submit himself to someone entirely, openly and without reservations. Like a form of cosmic ordering, he outlined in great detail the sort of kinky, dominant guy he was on the lookout for, and ended by posting a further picture of his toned, naked body, wrists and ankles bound with handcuffs.

With breathless excitement, Tommy saved his changes and waited with fizzing excitement for his first messages.

Nothing. Sure, his profile had had lots of views, but no one had felt compelled enough by it to reach out.

Days went by. Tommy began to feel that he had made a mistake; that he had exposed himself and his kinks too openly on the app. Perhaps, rather than being turned on by his pictures and words, they were laughing at him instead; his extreme submissive fantasies, too weird and niche for anyone to actually want to meet him. Maybe the man of his horny dreams didn’t actually exist.

By the end of the second week, Tommy had made up his mind to delete the account. He gave his profile one final read, cringing as he tried to imagine it from another person’s perspective, then he stormed onto the app settings and found the exact link he needed to erase it entirely.

Just as he did so, Tommy saw a message pop up on the screen:

‘Nice profile.’

Assuming sarcasm, Tommy skeptically tapped his way into his inbox and rolled his eyes when he saw that the message had actually come from the catfish profile of the guy who supposedly lived right here in town.

‘Thanks,’ he typed back, determined that he would never be rude enough to ignore anyone who messaged him.

‘If you’re really as submissive as you claim, I’d be very interested in meeting you,’ came the next response.

Again, Tommy rolled his eyes at the fake profile picture. However, given that in five minutes time he would be deleting the app for good anyway, why not just click on the profile and take a look?

What Tommy saw next altered his perspective entirely. He didn’t care if the profile picture was a fake; a guy who could write like that, so erotically, about his desires to dominate, could look however they wanted to in real life. Tommy needed to meet them.

What followed over the next couple of hours was a kinky exchange where Tommy literally poured his heart and soul out to the mystery man on the other end. No one had ever shown such an interest in his kinks, nor drawn them out of him with such precision. So, when the offer of a meet at the coffee house in town came up, he didn’t think twice.

Sitting with his back to the door, Tommy waited patiently, but with a realistic mindset that a guy with a fake profile picture was unlikely to ever actually show up. Then, suddenly, he felt a large, warm hand land on his shoulder and a deep, masculine voice rumble into his ear. “Tommy?”

Tommy didn’t turn his head. He wanted to preserve that catfished image of the man he had been messaging for just a few moments longer. Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw that very same man appear in the flesh. Tall, strapping, muscular and handsome; it was as if a beautiful, mid-twenties Greek god had just arrived in his hometown; from out of absolutely nowhere.

“I’m Hunter,” the guy smiled, reaching out his large hand to shake.

Tommy couldn’t help admitting to the fact that he hadn’t believed Hunter’s profile pictures to be real, and Hunter nodded, saying that he had been told the same thing many times. He seemed pleased by Tommy’s appearance too, stroking his knee gently under the table as they settled into their first real conversation.

A few moments later, Hunter was up and ordering coffees for them both. Tommy turned to catch the guy from behind as he stood at the counter: so tall, with such perfect glutes and that broad back adorned with muscular shoulders. Was this really Tommy’s lunchtime date?

Hunter soon returned carrying a tray with coffees and, surprisingly, a large slice of triple chocolate cake, which he placed in front of Tommy.

Politely, Tommy thanked him for it, even though he had not asked for something to eat and actually felt a little awkward picking at it when Hunter did not have anything himself.

“I wanted to discuss our sexual interests,” Hunter stated next, steering the conversation when Tommy seemed to be taking it down a more mundane path. “The domination and submission.”

Tommy felt his cheeks getting hot. There were another two couples close by; probably within earshot. But Hunter didn’t seem to care in the slightest.

“What do you want to know?” Tommy replied excitedly.

“Actually, I think it's time that you listened to me instead,” Hunter replied sternly, putting Tommy in his place perfectly. “It’s lucky that I saw your profile as I don’t use that app much for meeting guys.”

“Where do you usually meet guys?” Tommy asked, sensing that Hunter had paused for him to ask just such a question.

“A few places,” Hunter shrugged, flicking through his cell phone. “These are some of my previous subs,” he offered, holding up his phone and swiping through pictures of himself next to other guys in various forms of submission to him: on their knees, bound and gagged, you name it. “Do you notice anything in particular about the guys I sleep with?” Hunter asked next. His tone was serious and it was obvious that he wanted Tommy to respond in much the same way.

The answer came to Tommy immediately, but he squirmed as he tried to think of a way to reply to Hunter, without seeming rude. “Well, you’re so…” he mumbled, gesturing towards Hunter’s powerful body and chest. “And yet, these guys here… there’re a bit…”

“They’re fatties,” Hunter stated for him; obviously not one to dress his language up. “I need you to just come out with it in the future when I ask you questions,” he stated frankly. “That’s the way I work. No bullshit.”

Tommy nodded, feeling turned on by how direct Hunter could be. Having discussed in such detail what his dream dominant would be, it was almost as if Hunter was slotting perfectly into place.

“Why fatties?” Tommy asked, hoping that mirroring Hunter’s language would please him.

“Because fatties turn me on,” Hunter replied plainly. “I work hard to build my body up. So when I fuck a sub, I need him to be soft and doughy for me.” He reached over to the plate of half eaten cake in front of Tommy and gave it a gentle nudge.

Tommy’s eyes bulged. Hunter wasn’t kidding when he said he didn’t like to bullshit. His meaning couldn’t have been clearer. “So, you bought me the cake because…” he mumbled. He considered leaving it there and posing it as a question to Hunter, but he got the sense that the dominant hunk in front of him wanted him to just say what he believed to be true. “You bought me the cake to… soften me up.”

Hunter smiled for the first time in a few minutes and he leaned in, putting his giant hand back on Tommy’s knee. “That’s right,” he nodded, seeming to be genuinely delighted that Tommy had been frank with him. “Submission for me, is more than just slipping on a pair of handcuffs during sex. Submission is a lifestyle. It should be your entire body. You should wear it twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.”

Feeling his heart beating faster and his palms sweating simply from hearing Hunter’s deep voice speaking at such a volume about things, without a care in the world, Tommy nodded. “I agree,” he answered. “Submission should be a lifestyle.”

“I’m glad you said that,” Hunter nodded again, his eyes now fixed on the still half eaten cake.

“Oh,” Tommy shook himself, picking up his fork again and popping the next bit of cake into his mouth. Instinctively, he apologised and Hunter did not correct him for it.

“I’m not going to lie,” Hunter stated, nodding subtly with approval. “I think this could work between us.”

“You do?” Tommy shot back with so much delight that he immediately wanted to punch himself in the face for it. “That’s cool,” he nodded, trying to seem more relaxed.

“We’ll meet at my place next time,” Hunter told him, draining his coffee as if this interview was already over. “I’ll message you on the app.”

“Okay,” Tommy replied, surprised by how fast the date was over with.

Hunter leaned in. “And make sure you finish that cake,” he whispered into his ear. “Every last crumb.”

Having Hunter so close sent exciting electrical pulses through Tommy’s brain: the smell of his delicious aftershave, those perfect lips so near to his face. “I will,” he replied sincerely, turning to look Hunter in the face in the hope that they may end with a kiss.

Hunter held Tommy’s gaze, studying him. But Tommy knew better than to be the one to initiate a kiss. “I know you will,” the hunk replied after a few seconds. “You’ll be a good boy,” he chuckled, then turned and walked away without a second glance.

Tommy raced home feeling more elated after a date than ever before. Finally, he had found someone who seemed to relate to him on a level that no one had before. And, unbelievably, the guy was hotter than anyone else he had ever dared to dream of.

Of course, there was the one part of the date that he was less sure about. He hadn’t come across someone so into domination that they had insisted their date consume cake for them. But just because it was a little different, didn’t mean that he had to view it negatively. After all, he’d got quite a kick out of complying, hadn’t he?

“Come on in,” smiled Hunter a few days later, opening the door to his apartment.

Just as he had stated in his messages, Hunter had not long got in from the gym and still looked a little sweaty, dressed in tight, and particularly short, shorts, together with a well-fitted compression top that showed off every detail of his exquisite body. He was even taller than Tommy realised, making him feel so insignificant standing next to him. He tried not to faint, right there on the spot.

“Rule number one,” Hunter began. “When you come here, you take your clothes off as soon as you get inside.”

Tommy stared up at Hunter, wondering if he was serious. But as the pause continued, Tommy realised that Hunter was waiting for him to comply. He fumbled for a second, then began unbuttoning his shirt, feeling more than a little embarrassed to be doing this straight away. He’d taken so long to pick out his outfit for their second date. What a waste of time that was!

“Come on, quickly!” Hunter prodded him impatiently.

Tommy kicked off his shoes, removing his pants and underwear in one go, knowing that his dick was going to be pathetically hard already. He stood there after awkwardly removing his socks, not knowing whether to cover his hardness, or act like this was normal.

Hunter nodded with approval. He reached down into the pile of discarded clothes and pulled out Tommy’s underwear, holding them up as if for inspection, and gripping the small waist between his fingers. “Cute,” he chuckled to himself, seeming to find them highly amusing.

But Hunter did not throw them back onto the floor. He carried them as he turned into the apartment, clearly expecting the naked Tommy to do the same.

Following the jock inside and admiring those fine, muscular glutes just ahead of him, Tommy had never felt so turned on in his life. It had been immediate, from the moment he stepped inside. He felt, at that moment, that he would have eaten an entire mountain of chocolate cake if Hunter had told him to.

Hunter led him to the kitchen area, where Tommy was surprised to see that the big man was busy preparing a meal for them both, despite not having even showered yet. A good meal was clearly more important to him.

“Smells delicious,” Tommy chirped politely, still unsure whether to cover his boner with his hand as he trotted in.

Hunter raised his eyebrows in recognition of his comment, but did not reply. Instead, he pulled out a chair at his table and pointed for Tommy to sit whilst he went back to stirring and serving it out.

There was something so sexy about a man in the kitchen. There were so many things on the go and yet Hunter did not seem in the least bit flustered. Everything was under complete control. But as Tommy watched, he noticed that it was all being served onto separate, single plates; not distributed between the two of them as he had expected.

At last, Hunter pulled out a chair and positioned it directly in front of Tommy. Then he sat, spreading his strong legs and looking at his guest seriously. “I enjoyed our date, Tommy. I really did. I think you’re a nice guy and I believe that you would make a great sub for me.”

Tommy smiled back, pleased; feeling the need to tuck his hardness between his thighs whilst Hunter was being so friendly.

“But if I’m going to spend some real time with you, I need to know what you can do. I also need you to see the type of man I really am. You may not like any of what I have planned tonight. You may want to leave. And that’s fine. But at least we'll both know where we stand, and neither of us will get our hopes up, thinking that this is more than what it is.”

Tommy looked from the gorgeous man to the piles of steaming food still on the counter. He knew that Hunter would want him to think for himself and be direct. “You want me to eat this for you, don’t you?” he asked, realising that the chocolate cake slice of their first date had just been the start of whatever kinky play Hunter was into.

Hunter simply nodded. “I want to see how far you’re willing to go for me.”

The stud sat back, lifted his arms and removed the tight compression shirt he was wearing, revealing his remarkable torso to Tommy for the first time.

Chuckling slightly at the obviously smitten expression on Tommy’s face, the large guy leaned in and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips. “Are you ready to do this for me?” he whispered into his guest’s ear, before picking Tommy’s small hands up and placing them on his strapping chest.

The hot, sweet breath on Tommy’s neck, combined with the musky scent of the jock’s body, so firm and strong, made him want to climax there and then. “Yes,” he replied obediently.

Hunter sat back again with a smirk, making Tommy’s hands fall back down. He knew exactly the effect he was having upon the boy. He reached down to the guy’s stomach and, with the back of one finger, he stroked across the light six pack that showed there. “Goodbye, little buddy,” he teased wickedly. Then he stood up, seeming to loom larger than ever without his shirt on, and brought the plates and bowls to the table.

Armed with only a fork and a spoon, Tommy was expected to feast on all of it.

Luck was on Tommy’s side; he hadn’t eaten since lunchtime. Plus, Hunter was watching him, rubbing his back sweetly and advising him on what to eat next; taking him back and forth from one dish to another. But something seemed to happen about thirty minutes in. Hunter changed slightly. He’d had a laid back attitude the entire time that Tommy had been there, as if he wouldn’t have been bothered if Tommy cancelled the date and took himself home instead. Maybe he was used to that. But now he was actively supporting; up and about, fetching the furthest plates so that Tommy did not need to reach. The man’s breathing had altered as well, with deeper, more rapid intakes of breath as he watched Tommy eat. Then, with a small glance down, Tommy saw that the thickest hardness had swollen down one side of Hunter’s gym shorts. How incredible! Had Tommy really excited the dominant man that much?

“You’re doing well,” Hunter praised him; his voice deeper and more gravely than Tommy had heard it before. “I’m impressed.”

Tommy’s stretched out stomach began to really hurt about forty minutes in, yet he continued to push himself as far as he could. Some plates were clean now, which Hunter got up and replaced with some dessert items. Tommy had always enjoyed switching back and forth between sweet and savory items, so the additions to the table were more of a help than a hindrance.

Eventually, the time came when Tommy knew he would have to stop. His pace had slowed and he started selecting those easier, lighter items to make the remaining plates look at least a little emptier. “That’s it. I’m done!” he whimpered, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his painfully distended stomach.

Despite expecting cries or protests from Hunter ordering him to finish the pathically small amount of pasta he had left, or gulp down the last few melting scoops of ice cream, Hunter simply sat there, surveying the destruction on the table. “Where did you learn to eat like that?” he asked, seemingly flabbergasted.

Tommy quietly dredged up a burp to relieve some of the pressure and shook his head. “Don’t know,” he shrugged. “I’ve always had a pretty good appetite.”

Hunter still seemed unable to comprehend what he had witnessed. “I’ve seen some seriously fucking fat boys eat less than half of what you just put away.”

Tommy burped again and found some pleasant relief; more than he was expecting. He knew how expensive the ice cream that Hunter had served him was, and decided to finish it off after all, not wanting to see it go to waste. He could see Hunter staring at him in amazement. “I don’t know what to tell you,” he shrugged, a little embarrassed. “I’ve always had a very fast metabolism.”

“I can soon destroy that,” Hunter growled, giving away just how horny he was. “Natural greed like this… It's incredible. And very rare!”

“Thanks,” Tommy smiled,unsure what else to say.

“Why don’t you stay here tonight?” Hunter asked next, wrapping a big arm over Tommy’s shoulders, like a snake about to suffocate its prey. “I know you don’t have work in the morning. I can make you breakfast.”

A mixture of relief and arousal swept over Tommy. He’d made such an effort to eat, he’d all but forgotten the fact that he’d need to catch the bus home later.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” Hunter teased, as if Tommy needed persuading. He reached for a tiny bottle of lubricant in his shorts and tipped a small amount of it onto his fingertips, before gently massaging the head of Tommy’s hardness.

Tommy gasped and grabbed for the sides of his seat, as if the floor was about to cave in. Hunter was so good at this. All that eating made the oxygen catch in his chest and it took him a few seconds to get his breathing into a rhythmn as Hunter took the reins of pleasuring him. He nodded his head, not wanting to use his voice in that moment for fear of how pathetically weak and needy it might sound.

“Come on Greedy Boy,” Hunter teased him. “Let’s go take a shower together…”

“I can’t come next weekend,” Tommy grinned, addressing his coworkers six weeks later. “I’m away with my boyfriend.”

As predicted, the whistles of delight sounded in the air as they all made a fuss at the news that their colleague was dating at last. Tommy wasted no time in sharing a picture of the two of them together, sitting in his parents’ lounge.

“He’s hot!” blasted one of them straight away.

“He looks like he should be on a catwalk!” squeaked another.

Tommy smirked to himself. He loved the reactions he got to pictures of Hunter. Sure, people might have thought he was punching quite significantly above his weight, but he was still the one who got to be fucked by such a hunk, and not them. However, behind that handsome smile and perfect ‘boy next door’ act Hunter laid on astonishingly thick for all of Tommy’s family and friends, lay the kinkiest, most dominant lover he could have ever wished for. The things they got upto in the bedroom satisfied him completely. After years of dating boring guys, Hunter seemed to swoop in and make Tommy fall hopelessly in love with him in only a matter of days. Tommy was utterly devoted to him. And the best part was, Hunter knew it.

“You haven’t really told me much about these friends of yours we’re going to meet this weekend,” Tommy pondered, sitting in the passenger seat and noting how far out into the country they had gone on his online map.

“Well, why bother? You got along with all my other friends,” Hunter chuckled, obviously keeping something from Tommy about this trip.

Tommy sighed. “Yeah, but they were all co-workers and old school buddies. They don’t know… all the sides of your personality,” he replied diplomatically.

“Well, let’s just say, this weekend will be good for us,” Hunter smiled, leaning back and driving smoothly. “These guys are sexy as fuck, and we all like to play together. I’ve been excited to show you off to them since we first started going out. ”

“Show me off?” Tommy asked. “How so?”

“Just you wait and see,” Hunter laughed, adjusting the developing boner he was getting in his crotch. Something about this was exciting him very much. Then he reached his hand across to stroke Tommy’s thigh and brushed off some of the many wrappers from the drive-thru they had stopped at a good few miles back.

The location, when they finally arrived about two hours later, was nothing short of breathtaking. The house was set in the most charming of spots, overlooking the hills; with eight bedrooms, a pool, and the largest hot tub Tommy had ever seen. They entered, Hunter leading the way, only to see several shirtless men all standing around in the kitchen. They cheered when they saw Hunter and came over to greet him with a hug.

Tommy stood back awkwardly. He’d been so stupid in how he had imagined these men in his head. They were not at all as he had envisioned them; all of them round bellied and at varying levels of obesity; not the types of guys that someone in Hunter’s extreme, peak physical condition would have been expected to associate with. But, then again, Hunter had always said that he preferred fat guys.

“And this is my new boyfriend, Tommy,” Hunter finally stated, pulling Tommy forward to greet them all.

There was a look of surprise on all the guys’ faces. One of them furrowed their eyebrows, as if about to ask whether Hunter was being serious. Then, the first one stepped forward and shook his hand warmly; followed by the rest of them, one by one.

“That was a little weird,” Tommy whispered as the pair of them went up to the bedroom that had been assigned to them: thre master suite no less. “Did they not know that you’re dating?”

“No, they knew,” Hunter smirked, undressing himself and slipping on his tiny swim shorts to head out to the pool. “I date fat guys, remember. I’ve fucked and dominated every one of them in my time,” he continued, checking his perfect hair in the mirror. “So when I told them I was dating the fucking greediest, sexiest guy I’d ever met, they’d probably assumed you were a lot larger.”

“Wait. So do they know that you…” Tommy asked.

“These guys know everything. That’s why I was so excited for this weekend. We can just relax and be ourselves, without having to worry. I can cook mountains of food for you, just like normal, then bring you up here, tie you up and fuck you all night long,” he grinned, striding over to Tommy and kissing him. “Now, get changed,” he ordered, throwing some swim shorts at him.

“Looking good!” growled one of the men as Hunter led the way down the stairs. “I’ve never seen you looking so chiselled.”

Hunter stood and soaked in all of their comments, comically flexing and posing for them all. Then he smirked and tapped one of the guys on his gut. “I could say the same to you, buddy,” he nodded. “This overhang has really gotten a lot bigger since the last time I saw you.”

Tommy inhaled slightly with shock at Hunter’s rudeness. He looked for signs of offense, until he saw that the man instead looked mightily pleased with himself. “Paul has been feeding me a big tub of ice cream before bed every night,” he pointed over at another large bellied guy in the corner, who was obviously his partner.

“Well, it’s really working,” Hunter smiled at him, giving him a deep, horny kiss. “I’m doing the same with this little guy,” he continued, pulling Tommy closer to him. “He was still living with his parents when I met him, but I’ve got him with me most of the time these days. That’s making things easier. Ice cream before bed is one of the things I started him on straight away,” he stated proudly.

The eyes of the men studied Tommy’s body in his swim shorts.

“I’m having to break down his incredibly fast metabolism. It’s not ideal. But if I turn him around, you can see,” Hunter explained, spinning a light and clueless Tommy around and bending him down so that his small butt faced the men instead. “There’s a little more softness forming around his lower back and…” he continued, dropping Tommy’s swim shorts slightly so that his butt cheeks showed, “...his glutes and thighs are filling up a lot more than when I first met him.”

Hunter tapped Tommy’s butt, creating a short ripple.

“Do you see it?” he asked them all.

With his head down, facing away from them, Tommy didn’t know if the guys had nodded in agreement.

“Do you think he’s going to be quite bottom heavy then?” another of the men asked, clearly feeling that Tommy’s butt was wothy of discussion.

“Possibly,” Hunter agreed. “It’s a bit too early to tell. There aren’t many fatties in his family for me to get a good idea of how he might develop. That was one of the first things I checked. But he’s quit the gym to spend more time with me, so that should speed things up a little.”

Tommy felt his swim shorts getting pulled back up and a sweet kiss being placed on his forehead by his boyfriend. Then he was spun back to face the others, just as they all started chuckling with amusement to themselves, noticing the hardness that had developed in Tommy’s crotch during their conversation about him.

Hunter soon noticed as well and joined in the laughing, patting Tommy on his butt proudly. “He’s a kinky little fucker too!” he smirked, repositioning himself behind Tommy, rolling his big strong arms around the smaller guy’s shoulders and gently rubbing his crotch into his lover’s rear.

“I take it he’s a sub?” Paul asked from the corner.

“Of course,” Hunter shot back, gently nibbling Tommy’s ear. “One of the most obedient I’ve ever had,” he whispered. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you Tommy?” he teased, reaching one arm down to stroke the hardness in Tommy’s shorts, even with all the other guys there.

Tommy’s head flopped back against Hunter’s shoulder. In this situation, he felt so crazily out of control, yet it was arousing him in ways he could not explain.

“Anyway, come on, Piggy,” Hunter finally ordered, pulling his large hand out from Tommy’s crotch. “Let’s go try out the pool.” He tapped his lover on his butt, admiring the slight flutter that spread into the guy’s thighs. “But remember, not too much exercise for you. I don’t want you to spoil all the fast food calories I bought you earlier.”

Dinner was served a couple of hours later: a vast spread of multiple dishes, prepared by the varying couples in attendance. They sat in the shade, all of them in their swim shorts, and some of the men spilling out of the tight patio chairs that the rental property had for its guests.

“You finished already, Danny?” Hunter asked the significantly overweight man across the table. “Tommy will be nowhere near finished. He’s got at least another twenty minutes in him,” he boasted.

“It is extraordinary,” one of the others nodded in agreement, seeing how easily Tommy was packing it all in. “Is this how he usually is?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Hunter nodded, reaching over and spooning on another large serving of cheesy pasta, as if he was psychically linked to his boyfriend and knew exactly what he wanted. “He can go like this for every meal: breakfast, lunch, dinner… He’s also a great little snacker as well. I need to eat frequently throughout the day to keep this physique up,” he explained, tensing his large biceps. “So it’s easy to get this one eating with me, and it still never spoils his appetite when dinner time rolls around.”

“How are his family feeling about him dating a feeder?” Danny asked, eyes still on Tommy as he continued to consume.

“It’s still early days,” Hunter replied. “He’s not really started to fatten up properly yet and take shape. Plus, they absolutely love me. I have his mom eating out of the palm of my hand! I’m sure the idea that I’m fattening their son won’t cross their minds for some time yet.”

“What’s his recovery time like?” Danny’s slightly slimmer husband asked next.

“Pretty good,” Hunter nodded again. “After he’s done here, I’ll take him upstairs, jack him off and then let him sleep for a couple of hours. Then he’ll be back up and ready for something else before bed,” he laughed, rubbing his boy’s back sweetly.

Tommy listened to it all as he continued to eat. Below the table, his hardness was weeping into his swim trunks. It wasn’t at all how he anticipated the life of a submissive, but it was still absolutely perfect, hearing Hunter boast about his control over him to all his friends.

“Are you struggling there, Fat Boy?” Hunter grinned as he watched the enormous Jack trying to repack his suitcase in the middle of the lounge that Sunday.

Tommy could tell that Jack was Hunter’s favourite of all the fat guys; most likely because was the softest of them all; partly due to his shorter height, making him rounder and more spherical than the others. Tommy had been with his boyfriend long enough to know when Hunter was getting horny and he sensed the spark of arousal within him each time Jack waddled on by, dressed only in his swim trunks all weekend.

Jack wiped his brow and nodded. “I’m not as sprightly as I used to be.”

Hunter chuckled and nodded in agreement. “Harry has done an awesome job on you. All that fresh fat in that big gut…” He growled in approval, admiring it all. His hardness was getting too much for him and he pulled Tommy gently down into his crotch to pleasure him whilst they spoke.

“I think you’ve got a good one there too,” Jack nodded over at Tommy, sucking away, as ordered.

Hunter sighed with pride and slapped Tommy on his butt, as he crouched across the sofa. “He will be. He just needs time to get into my ways.”

“He looks pretty obedient to me,” Jack chuckled.

“Oh, definitely! Like I said, he’s one of the best subs I’ve ever had. Decent blow job skills too,” he sighed, really starting to feel Tommy’s work now. “I just need to take down this metabolism of his.” He gazed down at the back of Tommy’s head bobbing up and down in his crotch. “I need every part of him to submit to me.”

Jack nodded knowingly, trotting over and rubbing Tommy’s butt as well. “Don’t worry, Hunter. I know you. You’ll have him under control very soon now...”

Over the next few weeks, Tommy felt a creeping tightness in his workpants. He stared in the mirror, hardly believing that the swollen glutes and thicker thighs were actually his. In his constantly bloated state, he hadn’t noticed the disappearance of his light six pack, as a thickening layer of fat began to spread itself around his waist. In fact, it was only as he jumped down from his office chair after finding something on the top shelf of a cupboard, that he noticed the first flutter of that fat, especially in his chest. But after that day, everything seemed to spiral.

“Hunter, I need you to come to my work,” Tommy whispered down the phone.

“Why?” Hunter asked, clearly in the middle of a training session with one of his clients at his gym.

“I bent down to pick up my pen and…”

“You ripped your pants,” Hunter finished for him. “About time. Did anyone see?”

“No,” Tommy replied with relief.

“That’s a shame,” Hunter sighed in disappointment. “And now you want me to drop everything and head over to deliver some larger pants for you?”

“Yes, please!” Tommy begged, knowing that his dominant boyfriend might actually get quite a kick out of leaving him in his ripped pants all day long.

A long, excruciating two hours later, Hunter arrived at the office. Many of the female employees rushed from their desks to greet him, and Hunter flirted sweetly with them, knowing exactly what sort of effect he had on them. It was strangely arousing to see him in action, pretending to take an interest in Melissa’s honeymoon or Fran’s new grandchildren; this charming character that he portrayed with ease.

“Well, I must go, ladies,” he smiled, walking towards Tommy’s office as some of them continued to bleat on. He closed the door behind him and comically put his body against it as if to stop anyone following him in. Then he locked it, just in case. “How do you put up with such boring people?” he sighed, looking straight at Tommy.

“They absolutely adore you,” Tommy reminded him.

“I know. But they’re still fucking boring,” Hunter smirked, checking the blinds were closed properly before striding over to his chubby lover who rose from his chair to greet him with an embrace.

Immediately, Hunter seized the opportunity in those moments of weakness; his strong hands sliding down to the tear in Tommy’s pants, mercilessly ripping them open further.

Tommy’s hands slipped back surveying the damage. Now, even his underwear had been compromised as he felt cool air against his increasingly fleshy glutes. “Please tell me you brought my new pants,” he blasted in panic.

“I did,” Hunter nodded, rifling through his backpack and showing them briefly. “But it’s going to cost you,” he sniggered, now pulling out his hardness from his shorts and nodding for Tommy to lie himself on the table.

“But I’m in work!” Tommy shot back.

“All the more reason for you to stop complaining and get a move on then,” the man laughed back, stroking his thick hardness to warm it up for Tommy’s softening butt.

Tommy lay himself down, realising that one of his most kinky work fantasies was about to come true, despite feeling no less worried that there would be a knock on his door at any moment. He spread his legs, making the tear even more pronounced, then heard the thud of a supermarket cheesecake being dropped by his head and then slid underneath his nose: Hunter’s latest fascination, watching him gorge on something extremely fattening whilst fucking him.

Both of them set to work, Hunter pounding him so forcefully that the cheesecake smeared itself over Tommy’s nose and under his chin as he tried to eat it at the same time. It was clear that he needed to eat fast, save getting it on his white shirt and ending up in exactly the same sartorial predicament again. His tongue came into play, scooping it all up and then pushing whatever didn’t need chewing straight down. Hunter didn’t take long to finish, but the sweat on his brow gave away just how much he had really gone for it. He threw Tommy a pack of cleaning wipes for his face and unfolded the new pants, presenting them like a prize to his lover.

A minute later, Hunter insisted on being walked out of the office; both of them stopped on the way multiple times.

“Yes, we’d love to come over for dinner sometime, Christine,” Hunter smiled politely, both he and Tommy knowing full well that it would never happen. Hunter wouldn’t waste his free time socialising with any of these people, unless there was something in it for him.

“Whart a nice boy he is!” Christine marvelled, standing at the main entrance of the office block, watching Hunter drive off. “So polite and gentle!”

Swishing his tongue around his mouth and still tasting nothing but cheesecake, Tommy nodded in agreement. “He’s the best.”

It felt very festive, turning up at the picturesque rental cottage covered in snow. Unlike last time, Tommy knew exactly what he would be walking into as Hunter’s friends arranged their next meet up. Being from up north, renting these houses was the best way for them to meet up with Hunter, who they all found just as fascinating and intoxicating as Tommy did.

“Someone has been eating well!” the men chuckled, seeing Tommy for the first time in almost six months.

Tommy nodded, taking his big jacket off. In the last couple of months, his cheeks had blown up in a way that was not too dissimilar to a hamster stuffing itself with seeds. Fat had spread under his chin and into his neck, always visible now that Hunter insisted that he stayed clean shaven. Hunter kissed him proudly, always delighted whenever anyone mentioned his boyfriend’s gains.

“I’m guessing you defeated that fast metabolism of his?” Danny laughed, seeing more and more of Tommy’s shape as he removed the layers of winter clothing.

“Did you ever doubt me?” Hunter smirked back, grabbing both of their bags to take them upstairs; never wanting Tommy to burn any calories unnecessarily.

“What do you weigh now?” Paul jumped in after Tommy and Hunter came back downstairs after settling into their room.

Tommy looked to Hunter, knowing that he would want to be the one to tell them all.

“We’re up 70lbs since you last saw him,” Hunter beamed, draping his big arm over Tommy’s shoulders. “I bet you can hardly recognise him with these chubby cheeks, huh boys?”

“I suppose the sweatpants come in handy these days?” Eddie asked, nodding at Tommy’s casual attire as he stood beside his muscular boyfriend.

“Um, I guess so,” Hunter pondered. “To be honest, I don’t let him wear clothes when he’s at home. Do I?” he asked Tommy in an attempt to include him, even a little, in this discussion about him.

Tommy shook his head.

“As you can probably see, his tits are starting to come in real nicely,” Hunter continued, lifting Tommy’s shirt for the boys to see. “Lovehandles are fully in shape now, and the back fat,” he rambled on, spinning Tommy around for their viewing pleasure. “I’ve had to rescue him twice in work now after he’s split his pants,” he laughed, rolling the sweatpants down so that the guys could see the transformation that had taken place in Tommy’s glutes. “And, best of all…” he went on, rapidly spinning Tommy like a ragdoll again to face them once more, “Check this out…”

The boys marvelled in unison as Hunter grabbed a thick wedge of fat that had amassed at the top of Tommy’s groin.

“It’s hard to believe how much fat there is here, considering he’s only 220lbs at the moment,” Hunter grinned. “It’s incredible!”

“Well, we can help add to that this weekend,” Danny smiled. “It’s your first holiday season as a fatty,” he nodded at Tommy. “That’s got to be quite exciting?”

“It’s also our first one together,” Tommy replied, falling back into Hunter’s large chest.

“What are you guys doing for the big day?” Eddie asked next.

“Well, we told Tommy’s parents that we were going to my family. And then we said the exact opposite to my parents. So, basically…” Hunter smirked, pulling his lover into a cute sideways cuddle, “...this little piggy is going to be spending the day sitting on my cock whilst I feed him absolutely everything I’ve been preparing for him for the last month.”

The guys all looked at each other, clearly astounded and secretly aroused by the idea.

“Have you had much backlash from Tommy’s family now he’s getting so overweight?” Danny questioned them later, sitting at the table, waiting for Tommy to finish his meal.

“Not so much,” Hunter replied. “Now his face has started to balloon, people are certainly a lot more aware of it. But his parents aren’t as switched on as mine. My dad pulled me to the side a couple of weeks ago and told me to start going easy on Tommy.” He straightened up, about to do an impression of his father and put on a dull, stuck-up voice. “Your mother and I know exactly what you’re doing,” he began at a fast pace, poking his finger out like a school teacher. “You’ve always been forceful about getting your own way; always the bully we used to get complaints about when you were in high school. But Tommy is a nice boy; the nicest you’ve ever brought home, and you’ve got to start getting your kicks some other way. One that doesn’t involve him getting so out of shape!”

The men all laughed in unison.

“I just tell them I’m going to set up a diet plan for Tommy in the New Year,” he chuckled; setting the rest of them off.

“Well, I can imagine exactly what sort of ‘diet plan’ you’ll have for him,” Danny smirked, knowing his friend all too well.

Hunter nodded and laughed along with them. “Yeah, this fat boy is so fucking screwed!”

Their conversation rolled on. All the while, Tommy continued to eat.

“Good boy!” Hunter sang moments later as Tommy finally put his knife and fork down; his plate cleared. “Was that tasty? That lamb dish is one of Eddie’s most fattening recipes. I should know. I taught him how to make it.”

Tommy nodded his head; utterly stuffed.

“Do you want me to take you upstairs for your pleasure time?” he asked the blubbery boy. “It’s part of his routine,” he explained to the guys. “Or would you rather have it here, so that the other fat boys can see you?”

Tommy looked around at the faces staring at him. All of the men were shirtless and some of them, like him, had come to the table wearing nothing at all. His initial thought was to go back upstairs. However, that seemed like such an effort in his stuffed state. He looked over at a cosy chair by the fireplace and nodded; “Over there.”

Initially, the other kinky guys had pretended to busy themselves whilst Hunter took Tommy over to the chair and began to rub his hardness up and down. However, their curiosity and arousal was soon gettng the better of them, one-by-one, coming to sit on the other chairs or stand nearby watching Hunter controlling his sub.

“Are you a good piggy for me?” Hunter whispered into his ear, making Tommy moan and nod. “You’ve put on so much fat for me this year. Did you see how shocked the guys were earlier? They’re all looking at you now.”

Tommy opened his eyes and looked around. What would he have said a year ago, had he imagined a scenario that was anything like this?

A curious and horny Eddie licked his thumb and began rubbing it over Tommy’s pointed nipple.

Hunter looked across with approval. “Piggy loves that now his tits have come in. He can’t get over how sensitive they are.

Danny licked his thumb and began playing with the other nipple, before Paul came along and grabbed a wedge of Tommy’s stomach fat, as if hardly believing how quickly it had developed.

“You see, you’re the star of the show, Piggy!” Hunter whispered into his lover’s ear.

Tommy’s breathing became a lot heavier as he felt his climax building.

“It’s alright, Piggy,” Hunter continued. “Don’t hold back. You can show them what I taught you to do when you climax.”

Tommy looked into Hunter’s eyes. Was it really okay to let himself go like this? But the orgasm was coming so fast and the urge to do it was becoming too much for him to resist. He gasped, letting go of his inhibition, then snorted, loud and clear, just like a pig, mimicking the tones that Hunter had taught him exactly. Jets flowed across the coffee table in the middle of the room and Tommy shut his eyes, calm at last..

As the New Year came and went, Tommy realised that his weight had spiked at an alarmingly fast rate over the holidays. Hunter had declared, looking at the vast new size of Tommy’s glutes, that it had been the best gift he had ever received. The gains did eventually slow down, but never stagnated. And so, by their first anniversary of getting together, Tommy stood next to his gorgeous boyfriend with over one hundred and ten pounds of added fat on him.

Hunter was more pleased with his own body than ever before as well. He’d spent the last few months bulking his shoulders and glutes, so that even he was outgrowing his clothes. Seeing Tommy swell so fast had given him the motivation he needed to make a real push with his weight training, and he spent much of that summer without a shirt on, both inside and outside of the apartment. He’d inherited a decent amount of money from a great uncle he had never even met, spending most of it on a new convertible and a designer watch that helped to inflate his ego even further. Their kitchen had been the epicentre of it all, with Hunter cooking himself up vast amounts of high protein meals, whilst simultaneously pouring in the butter, oils and grease into everything he made for Tommy.

Hunter’s bulking had also created the perfect excuse for Tommy’s ever swelling stomach. Hunter made no secret of how much he had to consume in order to keep up the strapping muscle on his body. “Most evenings, I’m cooking up food and portioning it out for myself for the next day,” he explained to Tommy’s aunt during their next visit. “But I think the smell of it makes Tommy hungry, and when I go to bed, I hear him rummaging around in the kitchen for hours.”

“Oh, Tommy!” his aunt tutted with disappointment. “No wonder you’ve gained so much weight then. You need to exercise some self control.”

Hunter nodded in agreement, rubbing Tommy’s back supportively; as if this was all one great big intervention, aimed at helping him. The lies just rolled off the hunk’s tongue with such ease and he’d soon be laughing in the car at how easily they all swallowed them. “Come on, Fatty,” he whispered whilst still smiling and waving at Tommy’s extended family as they reversed off the driveway. “Look at their faces,” he laughed. “They really think you’re going to turn things around this time.”

“My aunt spoke to me a minute ago, before we left,” Tommy explained from the passenger seat. “She told me that you’re the fitness expert and that I just need to do whatever you say.”

Hunter laughed victoriously. “Good old Auntie Paula!” he roared, waving one final time to her in particular. “In that case, your fitness expert is taking you home to sit my dick while I feed you your disgustingly oversized dinner. I heard that chair squeaking when you sat on it earlier. Next time we go to see them, I’m going to make sure your fat ass destroys it!”

The summer was coming to an end, but not before the pair of them drove up in Hunter’s new car to yet another rental place for a weekend with the boys.

“I’ve got a surprise for everyone later,” Hunter joked, shirtless and with a strong arm draped over his flabby, newly 300lb boyfriend.”

“Another one?” the boys joked, having just spoken at length about their shock at seeing the swell of Tommy’s chest and underarm fat in particular.

Hunter kept them all waiting keenly. They ate their dinner, recharged and then settled down to some beers in the large lounge. “Want to see something super cute?” he finally asked them, grinning with excitement.

“Is this our surprise?” Jack immediately replied, ready to be entertained.

Hunter nodded. “Look at these!” he cooed, suddenly holding up a tiny pair of underwear he’d been hiding behind a cushion.

The boys laughed. “Awh!” they all sang back. In their world, no one wore underwear that small; even Hunter with his giant glutes and muscular thighs needed a large, or even an extra-large in many cases.

“These belonged to Tommy when he came over to my apartment for the first time,” Hunter laughed wickedly, spinning them around and holding them by the very ends of his fingertips as if to further emphasise how petite they were. “I’ve not even washed them since.”

At this, all the guys began laughing in much the same way. They passed them around, each of them marvelling at their tiny size.

“Your butt used to be so small!” Paul bellowed, draping the underwear over his large gut to show how minute they were in comparison.

Tommy stared at them, suddenly remembering how Hunter had walked off with his underwear on that first date at their now shared apartment. His perspective really had been skewed, hardly believing now that he ever wore clothes that small.

“That was only seventeen months ago, boys!” Hunter shouted, raising his arms up in the air for the admiration he was owed. “That’s how it’s done, my friends! That’s how a real feeder takes control and fattens his piggy!”

The boys all cheered in complete agreement. The transformation, the sheer speed of it all; it was breathtaking.

“He’d never get them on these days,” Eddie laughed. “Not with the amount of fat he carries on his thighs, and that huge butt of his.”

Hunter pretended to ponder the idea; theatrically raising his thumb to his chin and rubbing. “Hmm, do you really think so?” he asked, barely holding back his laughter. “I think we may need to test that hypothesis, don’t you, boys?” he called out, rousing the crowd of fat men into a chorus of cheers.

Within seconds, Hunter had stood up and moved clear so that the other men could move in and do his bidding. Tommy was being lifed and forced out of his current underwear, feeling delighted pats of approval from some of the guys as his big, fat, doughy glutes came on show. The coffee table had been removed from the room, the music turned way down, and he was pushed into the middle of a now cleared space, with all the large, occupied chairs and sofas imprisoning it.

Suddenly, the mood changed. Unlike the others, Hunter was standing, blocking the only path out of the room; his giant arms folded intimidatingly across his immensely powerful, shirtless chest; an inpenetrable wall; a ringleader, ready to entertain.

Even before he started, Tommy could hear little hoots of laughter all around him. He looked up at Hunter’s stern expression and his hardness throbbed uncontrollably.

“As you all remember,” Hunter began, “a short while ago, I started dating a very handsome, a very athletic, and in fact, a very pretty-looking guy…”

His tone was so playful and full of mockery; making the other guys laugh; every single one of them. Then he reached out and took the tiny underwear from the person who had them. Although only a few feet away from him, Tommy looked up at his lover as if the giant man was standing high upon a towering pedestal. The way those cold eyes stared down at him aroused him more than anything else.

“The pride and joy of his parents…” Hunter sang, holding Tommy’s old underwear for them all to see again, “...college graduate, all round nice guy. He told me that he wanted to meet me. Practically begged me!”

Again, the other guys all laughed at that. Tommy’s first foolish mistake.

“He told me that I was the sexiest guy he had ever seen in his life,” Hunter smirked, emphasising the language and slipping a finger up into the crotch of the old unerwear, showing where Tommy’s little erection would have once pushed against them. That got him one of the biggest laughs. “And he promised me one thing…” Hunter went on. “...That he would do absolutely anything that I wanted him to.”

The guys all turned from looking at Hunter, to gazing with awe at Tommy’s fattened body: the rolls and blubber, stretch marks and sag. His complete submission was right there, before their very eyes. Hunter’s will, made flesh.

“What you’re about to see, boys, is my now disgustingly gluttonous, obese boyfriend, trying to put on a pair of underwear that he last wore the second time he met me,” Hunter declared, throwing the tiny material down at Tommy’s feet, filling his large chest with air and folding those enormous arms once more.

Again, the fat men all laughed to themselves, some reaching in again to poke Tommy’s fleshy stomach, or tap his naked, under-exercised butt.

“Taking them off was one of his first acts of submission to me. And now,” Hunter continued, “this greedy, fat hog is about to try and put them back on for us.” He stared hard at Tommy, making him hornier still.

Tommy nodded slowly, hardly believing that this was all happening so fast. Two minutes ago, he had been snuggled into Hunter on the couch, oblivious that any of this was coming.

“Are you ready, boys?” Hunter roared at them all; rousing another cheer of excitement. He was made for this. Showmanship was in his blood. “Count the fat fucker into it for me…” he shouted at an alarming volume.

Tommy glanced at the ridiculously small underwear; his heart beating at quite the pace. He could feel the huge ring of fat under his chin as he looked down and tried to envision how best to do it.

“Three…two… ONE!” the boys all sang with the boisterous Hunter; lifting their bottles of beer up high; eyes wide and excited to see how this would all go down.

With a slight grunt from all that he had eaten earlier, Tommy bent down to pick up the underwear. There were cheers of amusement as his butt crack opened to those standing behind him. Then, turning the underwear in his hands, he lifted one leg to begin to put them on. He stumbled, feeling the fat in his butt and love handles quiver with the force he had to throw his foot down, just to keep his balance.

“Take your time, Piggy. Get it right,” Hunter reminded him in his stern tone. This show was important. These were his friends, and he had brought Tommy here to entertain them.

Tommy nodded. He started again, slipping one foot into the tiny hole and raised the material to his ankles. Now came the trickier part. He grunted, raising his other leg and miraculously slipped that inside as well. The big moment had arrived.

Grabbing onto the tiny waistband, Tommy sucked in his stomach and heaved them up. They began soaring up his legs and then slowed dramatically. just above his knees. They were so narrow, he felt like he needed to spread his legs more to get them up; but there was no room. He pulled at them again, hearing howls of laughter all around him. The effort was almost unbelievable, and yet the underwear raised barely more than a couple of inches. Never mind his giant butt, it was his blubbery thighs that were the problem.

On he struggled, feeling the waistband at last touching the lower part of his doughy rear. He lifted the front part easier, just managing to squish a little of his excited erection inside and then he looked up at Hunter. Had he done enough?

Hunter simply raised an eyebrow and smirked, the guys’ laughter suddenly becoming too infectious for even him to ignore. His smile spread and he laughed too, throwing his arms out and then pumping his muscular chest. Some of the men reached their congratulatory hands out to the feeder for him to shake as he walked around the space where Tommy stood. His victory lap.

“Thank you. You’re right,” he replied to their comments. “Twenty five years old, and look at it now!”

Finally, he came to stand in front of Tommy again, suddenly becoming falsely affectionate and stroking his submissive’s large, chubby cheek. “I’m so glad I met you,” he told Tommy, speaking as much to the other men who were listening in.

“I’m glad I met you too,” Tommy replied, full of love and arousal for his dominant lover.

The men all laughed at Tommy’s words and Hunter looked around at them with devilment dancing in his eyes. His perfect white teeth glistened as the widest smile grew on his face. He knew exactly what they were all thinking. Obesity was beginning to take a vice-like grip on Tommy’s body, and yet the twenty-five year old was still hopelessly under the spell of his wicked boyfriend.

“Good. I’m very glad,” Hunter nodded, lovingly tucking Tommy’s overgrown, sweaty hair behind his ears. He could never resist stroking the extensive chin fat with the back of his finger at the same time; the broad, fat face, freshly shaven as Hunter always insisted upon. “You realise that you’re going to be fatter than everybody here soon, don’t you?” he continued, explaining it to the fat boy like it was an exciting adventure they were embarking upon.

Tommy nodded.

“And that’s okay is it, Piggy?” Hunter asked, playing up to the crowds.

“Yes,” Tommy nodded again. Compliance was so easy.; submission so arousing. And this situation he was in now, so exhilarating and undenyably thrilling. Everything he never knew he needed.

Delving further into the three hundred pound zone was every bit as strange and transformative as the guys had warned Tommy as he left that weekend. Everything jiggled. Everything made him sweat. He had to accept how severely overweight he was now. It was the first thing people noticed when they met him and it was the one factor that influenced how people treated him most. He noted their tones of disapproval and impatience; their blunt answers to his questions and their indignation whenever they saw the gorgeous Hunter kissing him. He stared at pictures of the two of them at his sister’s wedding: his large, bulbous, doughy belly spreading out of his jacket and barely contained within his enormous shirt. He looked at the beautiful Hunter standing behind him, grinning proudly; no one there realising that he was laughing at them all, showing off what he had done to one of their own.

“I think it’s time you considered a new job. One where you can work from home,” Hunter declared, getting up after having fucked one of his new favourite places on his lover’s evolving body: the fat roll encompassing Tommy’s deep belly button.

Tommy nodded. “That would certainly save me a lot of time,” he agreed.

“It would also save you a lot of calories,” Hunter sighed impatiently. “I get so frustrated thinking of you burning off all my delicious breakfasts, trotting that giant ass of your back and forth to the photocopier.”

“But the girls in my office would miss seeing you though,” Tommy joked.

Hunter rolled his eyes. “Another good reason to quit,” he grumbled, chugging down one of his protein shakes and drying off his sweaty body with the towel they left under the bed.

��They actually asked me to apply for a job at another one of our branches the other day,” Tommy considered, remembering how little he had considered it at the time. “Two days in the office, three at home.”

“Where?” Hunter asked with surprising interest.

“North. We’d have to move. At least we’d be closer to Paul, Eddie, and the other guys. But then, it means uprooting your life as well.”

Hunter furrowed his eyebrows in disagreement. “Look at me!” he cried. “I could get a job at any fitness place I wanted. A move away is exactly the sort of thing that we need.”

“It is?” Tommy asked, having never heard Hunter even consider the idea of moving before.

Hunter came over to Tommy, who was still sticky and sprawled out on the bed. The guy’s immense, muscular body made the bed sink slightly as Hunter sat next to him, making the fat in Tommy’s tummy jiggle and lean towards the powerful lover, as if attracted by him. “Listen. You’re now a very fat man. By this time next week, I’ll have you at over 350lbs,” Hunter explained. “But people around here don't see that. All they see is that skinny little dweeb they used to know. That handsome guy with a six pack and no ass, who couldn’t admit that being dominated would make him so fucking horny.”

Tommy chuckled. Hunter’s descriptions were blunt, but always very accurate.

“It’s time we went somewhere new. Where people don’t know about how slim you used to be. Where they will see you the way that I do: just another fat, disgustingly overfed piggy.”

Tommy exhaled deeply, feeling himself getting aroused hearing Hunter using so many of the trigger words that he usually deployed when he was getting pleasured. He nodded. Perhaps Hunter was right. Maybe it was time for a change.

“You make sure that you look after him, won’t you?” Tommy’s mother sobbed, speaking to Hunter as the pair of them stopped to pick up the last of their things and load them into the truck.

“Don’t worry, Angela. He’s in good hands with me,” Hunter smiled back. Now that Tommy had grown wide enough, the big muscular man could rub his boyfriend’s disgustingly overgrown glutes the entire time he spoke to the guy’s mother, without anyone even noticing. “Your boy will be well taken care of.”

They all hugged, with Tommy’s parents telling him how proud they were about his big promotion, as well as how much they would miss him.

“Do you think they know? Even on some level?” Hunter asked as the pair of them got back into the truck. “They have to, surely? No one is that fucking stupid, watching their son get into a relationship and suddenly gaining over two hundred pounds in just over two years!” he sniggered, surprised that no one had mentioned Tommy’s weight today; even with the daringly tight t-shirt he had made him wear.

“Perhaps, on some level,” Tommy considered. At barely average height, his 370lbs was sitting more and more on his stomach these days. Only a few moments ago, Hunter had needed to push against his wide, overgrown butt, in full view of his parents, in order to get him back into the high removal truck they had hired for the journey. “But, if I’m honest, I don’t think they really know what’s going on.”

“So fucking stupid! It’s unbelieveable!” Hunter sighed, turning the volume way up on the stereo and pulling off his shirt as the air conditioning blasted into life. As much as he enjoyed playing the innocent boyfriend, Hunter also longed for recognition, in whatever form it came.

“Goodbye,” Tommy waved to his parents as they started pulling away. He knew they couldn’t hear him. The music was far too loud.

“Goodbye,” Hunter joined in bitterly as he started to steer. “I’ll look after your son. I’m turning him into a big fat pig, y’know!” he shouted loud and clear, although he would never be heard. “I’ll have the fat fucker at 400lbs by the time you see him this Christmas! Goodbye, idiots!”

Hunter laughed with delight at himself as they rolled down the street. He slipped on his sunglasses and opened his window, just a crack, to let in a bit of fresh air.

“Still think this is the right thing?” Hunter asked moments later, reaching for Tommy’s chubby little fingers and holding them sweetly. His question was so ambiguous, with so many different possible meanings, and an infinite amount of responses. Not that any of that mattered to Tommy. For him, there was only one possible answer to any of those questions.

“Yes,” he smiled with certainty. “Two hundred percent, yes!”

#gainer fiction #gay feedee #gainerstory #gayfeeder #gainer story #gainerstories #gayfeedee #gainer stories #gainerfic #gainer fic

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disgustinggf · 1 year ago

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I don’t think we’re mutuals yet.. but I’d love to become one and also see your side nsfw blog 🥺😳

ahhhh im sorry im like rly rly picky abt following ppl nd most ppl that i am mutuals with ive followed since my first blog

#literally every other person gets exposed here for being a shitty person or it turns out theyre a catfish or something so id rather just #not risk it yk #asks

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starryeyedjanai · 1 year ago

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bad boys do it better

rated: teen | @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: modern au tags: dating apps, innuendo, bad flirting read on ao3

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Eddie finally opens Tinder after downloading it in a fit of desperation.

He's tried everything but these stupid apps—bars and clubs and pottery classes and rock climbing—trying to find someone he can connect with.

But he's mostly found guys that string him along with whispered sweet nothings and half-promises they don't intend to follow through on.

So he makes his profile and then promptly fumbles and drops his phone because— no fucking way.

There's no way this is real life.

There's no fucking way the first guy to pop up is Steve fucking Harrington, his unfortunate and longest lasting crush in high school.

He picks up his phone and sees Steve's face staring back at him, unassuming, a bright, cheery smile on his face.

Steve, 28 2 miles away "Hope you like bad boys because I have it on dvd and vhs" Interests: baseball, basketball, live music, movies

He taps to get to the next photo and lets out a shaky breath—the shorts of what can only be his Halloween costume are so short, exposing hairy thighs that Eddie wants to sink his teeth into.

The next photo is a snapchat picture of him grinning wide, cradling what might be the world's ugliest dog, the text across the screen reading my nephew is so handsome 🤩🤩🤩.

The last is an obligatory shirtless mirror pic, not showing off washboard abs, but the soft, toned skin of his stomach.

He closes the app, sets his phone down, and breathes through his nose.

This can't be real, right? In what world would Steve be the first person in a sea of profiles in San Francisco of all places?

Eddie expected him to chase after Nancy Wheeler when she went to Boston, but he didn't stick around long enough in Hawkins to find out if they ever rekindled their will-they-won't-they relationship.

Maybe he's just visiting. Maybe he found his match and just forgot to delete Tinder. Because there's just no way Eddie has this kind of luck.

He opens up Instagram and searches for Steve and finds him right away because they're probably still Facebook friends.

He scrolls through his profile and deflates a little, because all of the pictures on Tinder are from his Instagram. Which means it's probably much more likely that someone is catfishing using Steve's pictures.

Because the Steve from high school wasn't into men. And he's hot enough for someone to use his pictures to scam people or whatever.

He opens up Tinder again and his thumb is swiping right before he thinks about what he's doing.

It's a match!

Okay, now he knows it's a catfish. Or maybe it's a bot.

There's no world in which Steve Harrington would swipe right on him in the twenty minutes it's been since he created his account.

He types a message to "Steve" saying so are you a bot or just a catfish?

He doesn't get a response right away, so he clicks out of the messages, looking at profiles of what are hopefully actual people he can connect with.

His phone buzzes when the message from Steve comes in.

Hi3 Eddiems, cl!ck th3 linkin my proffile to . achat I am waitin9

He rolls his eyes and goes back to perusing profiles. It's not like he thought it was really Ste-

His phone pings with another message and he clicks back into the chat immediately.

That was a joke. There's not even a link in my profile

Eddie's heart beats a little faster, his fingers typing out a response.

So a catfish then?

Why do you think I'm a catfish?????

Because I know the guy in those pictures and there's no way hes into men. That guy was a jock extraordinaire in high school and very straight

You're awfully judgey for someone who was so anti-conformity in high school. Whos to say I haven't changed?

Or like, learned new things about myself?

Eddie's breath stutters in his throat.

Also you didn't really know me since we never talked.

Okay, I mean. It's pretty easy to guess that I was counterculture in high school by looking at me. So I'm still on the fence about the catfish thing

How about we meet up then? So you can see me in all my nearing-30 glory

And watch bad boys on dvd and vhs with you?

Dude, I am not inviting you to my house on the first date

That's a third date kind of thing

Oh yeah? Is it a back-to-back feature? We start with the vhs then move to dvd?

He can't believe he's entertaining this. A catfish wouldn't offer to meet up unless they thought Eddie wouldn't call their bluff. He kind of wants to see where this is going.

No see, we start with the dvd playing in the living room and then when we inevitably start being bad boys🥵 in the middle of the movie, we can pick it back up on vhs in my room later

To be clear, we stop the movie, right? I'm not sure bad boys has a soundtrack meant for the kind of activities we'd be doing

Oh for sure. I'd even put on my "let's get it on" playlist. As a treat.

Eddie can't help but grin. Even if this guy is a catfish, this is maybe the most fun he's had talking to someone in a long time.

Are you serious about meeting up?

Uh yeah, I can't have you thinking I'm a catfish forever

What's your favorite brewery?

Cellarmaker

Wanna do tomorrow afternoon at like 2 when it's not busy?

That sounds perfect

He isn't sure if it's really Steve or if he's going to be met with someone else or stood up, but at least he'll get to drown his sorrows if it doesn't work out.

Well—he's unsure until he gets the 'stharrington started following you' notification on Instagram a few minutes later.

He screams into his pillow so loud his neighbor thumps on the wall.

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #steddieholidaydrabbles #st ficlet #janai.doc

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wttcsms · 8 days ago

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thinking abt how often tiktok's favorite influencers just get replaced on the daily & also thinking abt a modern retelling of the myth of eros and pysche. thinking about how you're the new fave influencer it girl of the year. you're loved by millions, with so many people looking up to you. you're beautiful and kind and you're living the best life imaginable — on camera, that is. no one knows about your raging insecurities, the way you search for that one negative comment in a sea of thousands of positive ones. you cling to your bubbly, always positive, beautiful inside-and-out persona like a lifeline, and as far as everyone knows, it's 100% authentic. you play the role so well that this former housewife star turned mom-fluencer (who before you was the most influential and beloved influencer) gets a little bit jealous.

the higher you are, the harder you're going to fall. with nearly 9 million followers amassed, a good scandal can ruin your life. she doesn't just want a scandal, though. she wants to destroy you, not just the career you've built up. her son, character, is a tech genius who created the most popular dating app this generation has ever seen. designed to pair you with your "perfect match", the app deserves its name of cupid's arrow. the unique aspect of it? it's a total love is blind concept. the app is designed so that only after a week of consistent communication, only then will users be able to share private details such as numbers or addresses or even photos with each other. a relationship first built on mutual interest and actual conversation!!!!!

anyway, so, she convinces him to have his company reach out to you to do a promotion, offering you a massive check that you can't resist, just to try out the app and make a video on it.

despite your millions of followers, you still feel alone. when offered this sponsorship deal, you take it. not just bc of the money, but because you figure... why not meet your soulmate? maybe it's a sign that true love is only a dm away. you don't know that character is going to be your match. you don't know that he's going to strike up conversation with you and get to know you, and manipulate you into being vulnerable with him. you don't know that the more he talks to you, the more he falls for you, the more he realizes that he can't go through with the original plan, which was to get close enough to you to get dirt on you, and then expose you.

really interested in exploring modern dating here & catfishing but also how we constantly use social media but do we get any real social connections out of it? the idea of falling in love w someone thru a screen isn't anything new, but it's so fun to think about honestly.

#my worst heartbreak came from a guy i did long distance with LMAOOOOOOOOO #concept brain game

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seoktized · 2 months ago

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hi everyone!! you might know junhanner/xinyanyan/neogreencurry here on tumblr, but i wanted to let you all know she is a catfish..! i wanna show everyone proof so she doesn’t try and make me seem like i’m in the wrong.

wednesday, i confronted her about the whole thing (with proof) and she kept up this lie which i didn’t believe for a second.

i asked her about a picture she said was her, where if you reverse image searched on pinterest you could find it, but there was an emoji on the girls face. so i zoomed in on the girls face and you could tell it’s been drawn over.

when confronted about it, this is what she said:

but yesterday, she sent these ppl on pinterest who uploaded the pictures she sent me of her face and said they stole her pics from xiaohongshu (a chinese pinterest basically)

so, i downloaded the app and did the little reverse image search and i found the original girl and it literally has nothing to do with “xinyan” on the account.

i had a feeling she’s from romania cause i have a clock in romania on my clock app and she’d send screenshots (most of the time she’d cover the times and say that her clock is broken) when she forgot, the times aligned with the times in romania. she’d say that her phone would reset and change to romanian time because she bought the phone in romania.

and today i asked her to send me a video of her face, she danced around the subject and only replied to smth small then blocked me.

she then texted me on instagram and was like “i just have a very traumatic experience from this and something is holding me back from sending it” which confirmed it for me.

she was banned from the discord server we were in but proceeded to message every person she was “friends” with to try and see what i was saying & threatening to “expose” me by showing things that was said about a mutual friend. most of these conversations were initiated by her and i simply agreed.

i will own up to it, i was a asshole to a friend and i have since apologized to that friend. i’m very irritable person, so, i get annoyed easily and i said things i shouldn’t. i know i’m wrong and i’m not afraid to say that.

she also made a statement “defending herself”, which was just her yelling at me and trying to make me seem like a bad person.

the ootd pictures she’d send were also from xhs. i found her actual account and she follows the girl mentioned above and the girl who posts the dress pictures.

today she’s been nonstop dming me on tumblr saying she cannot send a video because she has trauma from such things. she compared it to an someone with an ed having to eat their fear food which seems a bit of a stretch and wrong to say.

i simply asked for a video to prove she’s real, but she’s stalled the whole time saying “idk what to do in the video” or bringing up the trauma. she called me insane though i have proof that she’s using someone else’s pictures and she won’t even send a video to prove that she’s who she says she is.

i’m just putting this out there for anyone who is friends with her and to tell my side of the story incase she tries to switch it up. thank u for ur time :3

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loquaciousferret · 2 years ago

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Over And Done With

Pairings: Javier Peña x f!reader

Warnings: persistent but not dubcon or noncon. javi being a cocky rude asshole (you all know my Javi by now) smut 18+, oral (f receiving) fingering, unprotected sex, unsafe sex, sexism

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Javi is still my leading man guys... Enjoy this little piece of filth. Thank you for over 1k on my other two Javi oneshots, so grateful! Thanks to Lucy and Gi as always for thots with me ;)

Playlist: Dark But Just a Game - Lana Del Rey | Less I Know The Better - Tame Impala | Business - Catfish and the Bottlemen | Californication - Red Hot Chilli Peppers

You waited until the office was nearly empty. That wasn’t a deliberate choice, simply a consequence of how long it took you to pluck up the nerve to face Agent Peña and tell him that the meaningless sex you two had been having for the past few months was over.

You knocked on his door and he drawled to come in.

You opened it and crossed the threshold to his office timidly. He was standing at a filing cabinet, rifling through papers, a tight white shirt stretching over his wide shoulders and strong biceps- Stop it. You tell yourself.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” He says, his gaze rising to meet yours. You don’t miss the way his eyes trail up and down your body shamelessly, fixing for a second on the exposed skin of your thighs, and again on your chest.

“We need to talk.” You say firmly.

He doesn’t even attempt to hide the insolent roll of his eyes. He loosens his tie and reaches for the cigarettes on his desk.

“Really?” He says, irritated.

“This… Arrangement between us. It’s over.”

“Wow.” He says, sarcastically. “And the hits just keep on coming today. What put that stupid thought in your head then, huh?”

You narrow your eyes. Why does he always have to be such a dick. You ignore the question.

You make your way towards his desk and reach into your purse. You retrieve a set of handcuffs and clatter them onto the tabletop.

“You forgot these in my bedroom.” You say, feigning nonchalance.

“I didn’t forget them. They were there for safekeeping.” His smirk is growing with each comment he throws at you.

“Well, I won’t be needing them anymore.”

He has a smug and infuriating expression. “No, keep ‘em. They’re a parting gift.”

“They aren’t yours to give. They’re the property of the US government.”

“Riiight.” He agrees, in a mocking tone.

You turn to leave and hear him sigh. “Thanks for stopping by, sweetheart. My place or yours tonight?”

“Peña-" You huff in frustration, turning to face him. "Have you not listened to a word I said? We are done.”

He takes a lazy draw of his cigarette, not wiping the taunting smirk off his face the entire time.

"No, we're not." He shoots back.

You sigh. "Why do you have to be so difficult? It's not a big deal, we don't even like each other, in fact, I barely tolerate you, so-"

He cuts you off "Then why do you keep coming back for more?"

You shake your head and turn away from him, not pleased with the direction of conversation, and desperate to get out before he can work his magic on you. But he stalks towards you, and though you had nearly reached the door he is spinning you round to face him and presses your back into it instead.

"I-"

"Shhh," He coos. "I know why. You crave me. Like an addict needs a hit, baby."

"No, I-"

"Yes. That's why you beg me for it. That's why you give yourself to me, any time, any place." His voice has dropped to a whisper and he is so close to you, his hot breath causes goosebumps to raise on the surface of your skin.

"You see how your body reacts to me?" He smirks, "I haven't even touched you, cariño."

"Just admit it." He urges you.

You somehow gather the resolve to shake your head, and a passing thought tells you that you should have attempted this in a more public place so he couldn't accost you like this and throw the whole conversation off track.

You reach out to push him away and create distance between you, trying to escape from the overwhelming cloud of his scent that envelopes you. Citrus, tobacco, sea salt, gunpowder.

"Please, Javi, no, I-"

He takes you by the wrist to stop you from pushing him, and his other hand lifts up your chin and forces you to look into his eyes. They are dark with lust and menace.

"Fine, baby, we can stop." He says, a sweet tone to his voice that you know is too good to be true. "On one condition."

"What?" You respond, somewhat breathlessly, still lost in the sensation of his heady presence.

"You let me slide my fingers up your skirt. If you're not dripping wet for me, I'll let you go."

You know that arousal has been growing between your legs ever since he invaded your personal space. It was an animalistic reaction, but one that betrayed your true feelings, leaving you vulnerable to the dominating Javi. Your thighs were clenched together in an attempt to relieve some of the tension, but it wasn't working.

"Don't be ridiculo-" You begin to protest.

"I'm not. Stop trying to deny your body what it wants. What you want. You want me."

When he slips a large palm between your thighs and begins to gently prise apart the tight grip you have them locked in, you know you are completely beat. One touch from him and you will fall to his mercy, desperately chasing the pleasure you know he is capable of giving you. And this reminds you exactly why it is so hard to ever break things off with Javi. He is utterly relentless, and there are no rules when he is in charge. He never gives you a fair chance.

A small moan escapes you, and he chuckles. You hate that in this game you are trapped in with him, you can never help yourself from showing your cards too early, always emboldening him further to take from you what he wants. And he is right, you do want it too, as destructive as it is to give yourself to someone like him, you can't deny the way he makes you feel, and you end up right back where you started every time you attempt to withdraw to a safe distance.

His fingers graze the hem of your panties, then, he must change his mind, withdrawing them. You whine, giving away more and more just how much you desire his touch. You are surprised when he is dropping to his knees in front of you.

"Jav-"

"Shh, baby." He says. He takes the fabric of your skirt and pushes it up your legs, slowly exposing your skin inch by inch until it is bunched around your hips and he is separated from your arousal by only your thin red lace panties.

"Who are you wearing these for if you weren't planning on being with me today?" He says, licking up your thighs and sucking lightly at certain spots.

You whine pathetically at the sensation and his lips tickle you as they curve into a smirk. He puts a hand between your legs and seperates them further, putting his head between your thighs and pressing his face into the fabric. He inhales deeply and groans, sending vibrations through you, making you throb with desire.

"I'm gonna taste how turned on you are for me." He whispers.

He hooks fingers into the waistband of your panties and drags them down your legs. The cold air hitting your hot, wet core makes you shiver. You step out of your underwear and he stuffs them into his pocket.

He returns to being nestled between your legs and places kisses to your inner thighs, making his way closer to the spot which needs his attention at a teasingly slow pace.

You manage to keep quiet and resist from begging him to hurry up.

Thankfully, he finally licks a wide stripe up your entire core. He literally moans gutturally as he does so. He sends your head into a spin every single time he eats you out like this, so enthusiastic and starving for you.

He alternates between licking up and down your folds and stopping to focus on your clit at the top, sucking gently, circling his tongue around it, constantly varying his pace so that every time you started to get used to the sensation, he would have you whining again by changing up the intensity. He then focusses on your tight entrance, inserting his tongue and then fucking you with it, licking up the arousal leaking from you.

Then, he grips your thigh, and swings your leg over his shoulder to improve his angle of access to you. This practically makes your knees buckle, and he has to hold you up with both hands as he continues to feast on you.

You start to feel your orgasm building and grip his hair, rolling your hips against his mouth to increase the pressure. He senses all of these changes in your movements and knows you are close, focussing his attention entirely on your clit in a steady rhythmic fashion that he knows will take you over the edge.

It doesn't take long before you are shaking with the intensity of the orgasm. But he doesn't stop, harshly warning you to quiet down because there are still people around the embassy and these sounds are only for him. He sucks on your clit gently until it is overstimulated and tears begin to form in your eyes.

Eventually, he pulls back, but you only get a moment of reprieve until he is jamming two fingers inside your cunt to replace his mouth. Your wetness makes it relatively easy to take but you still mewl at the sensation. He curls them and their length allows them to hit a spot deep inside you.

Everything about being intimate with Javi is levels of intensity far beyond what you can achieve alone, or that you ever have with previous lovers. He brings a whole new meaning to the idea of pleasure. You don't tell him this. His ego is big enough.

He brings a thumb to your clit and brushes it gently, continuing to torment you with his two fingers which entered you, scissored and curled, slipped back out of you, and thrusted back in. His pace was inconsistent, so you were left on the edge, never knowing what to expect. As he starts to rub your clit in circles, you notice how sensitive you are from your first orgasm.

"Javiiii-" You drag out the syllable as you whine loudly in pleasure.

"You're gonna cum again before I fuck you." He growls.

"No, no, please." You say, your legs shaking. He combats this by pinning your thighs to the wall with his free forearm, keeping you stuck there.

"It wasn't a question."

He kisses at your skin, wherever he can reach, as he continues to work you with his hand. He presses his lips to your hipbone, then trails down to the thickness of your upper thigh, his moustache tickling you as he travels downwards. Then, he sucks lightly, and you gasp. He nibbles and sucks harder, trying to leave marks. He has a somewhat possessive side to him, revelling in marking your body whether it be with hickeys or handprints. Not in places that others will see, just in private spots where he can admire them for himself.

You know he is trying extra hard to be generous just to remind you why you aren't going to cut him off. He is taking his time on you to prove to you all the reasons why you won't really stop seeing him. It is obvious that this is his ulterior motive, and yet it is working, you start to think you were too rash in your decision to end things.

His tongue flicks over the painful marks he has sucked and bitten into your inner thighs. It tickles and this adds to the once again growing sensation of an orgasm, one that you know is going to rip through you with even more ferocity than the first.

You are whining and moaning his name, panting as the tension inside you reaches a peak, ready to snap at any second and have you unravel all over him.

When it does happen, you think you go slightly dizzy. Your mouth falls open into a scream that never actually leaves your room. You are overwhelmed into silence, your body twitching. You curl your hands through his hair and try to pull him away from you, and he finally obliges.

He takes you by the hand and pulls you away from the door, locking it behind you and moves you both towards the desk. He sits you on top of it, on top of no doubt important government documents. He unexpectedly kisses you on the head, and even in your blissed out post-orgasm state, you note that this is the first time he has ever done this.

But the moment is over quickly, as he is soon spreading your legs again, unbuckling his belt and releasing his erection from his stupidly tight jeans. It doesn't matter how many times you sleep together, you never get used to the size of it every time you see it.

He unbuttons your blouse and slides it off your arms. He stares and takes you all in.

"All for me." He says, dipping his head to the curve of your cleavage and plastering kisses there, stroking his cock against your folds to gather lubrication. You moan at the feeling of it sliding through your sensitive parts, nudging your clit and making you hiss sharply. The next time he comes down to your entrance, he stills. He presses a hand onto your chest to lay you backwards onto the desk. Then he plunges inside you at full force and your back arches from the table top instantly.

You exclaim and he presses a hand to your mouth. The other is gripping one hip, pulling you back onto his cock with each thrust. He has chosen to start with an immediately punishing pace. You know that he is impatient now, having spent so much time on you, that he wont want to draw out his own pleasure, and will use your body now without mercy to reach his own release.

The desk screeches against the floor and some objects roll off the side. This doesn't so much as cause him to falter. He is hyper-focussed on the task at hand, his gaze fixed on watching himself slam in and out of you, only occasionally looking up at you to appreciate the look of pleasure on your face for a moment before looking back down at the place the two of you are connected.

He removes the hand from your mouth and takes it to the other hip, thrusts now impossibly forceful with him pulling your whole body weight against him with every single one.

You wrap your legs around his back and lock your ankles together, pushing him slightly deeper inside you and he grits his teeth. "Fuck, cariño. Tan apretada."

"So tight," He repeats, "You like it, huh?"

You can't respond, too consumed by pleasure. You nod pathetically and you can feel his smirk burning down on you, you know he is watching your face now, admiring the way he can make your expression twist, your mouth fall open, and your eyes squeeze shut.

The feeling is so intense that you are growing numb to it, he is rhythmically slamming against your deepest spots, causing you to whine and whimper, your limbs going slack.

He always becomes more vocal as he reaches his climax, and he does so now, You like my cock, huh? You come in here just to get fucked like this? I know you wanted it, sweetheart.

"You gonna take my cum inside you like a good girl?" He asks

You nod at the last one. "Please, Javi."

"You gonna beg for my cum?"

You whine, half in protest, half because he has somehow changed the angle to result in even more devastating thrusts.

"Do it." He demands.

You perform for him how he asks, using up what little concentration you have to plead in a sultry tone that he fill you up. That he make you his. That he remind you who you belong to.

Soon, he is grunting, profanity spilling from his lips as he tenses up inside you, filling you with hot spurts of his cum.

He stays inside you and leans down, kissing at your neck and chest. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and play with the soft curls at the back of his neck. The pair of you rarely indulge in a tender moment after sex. He seems so different today.

He does pull out after a few moments, and you pout at him, disappointed by the sensation and missing the feeling of him buried inside you. He smiles and runs a finger over your downturned lips. "Can't stay in there forever. You don't think I want to?"

He takes a few steps away from you, turning away from you to readjust himself. When he faces you again, leaning lazily against the wall, lighting a cigarette, watching you re-dress, his demeanour has completely changed back to usual. His cruel, taunting smirk has returned when you look up at him, straightening your skirt and readjusting it to where it should be just below your mid-thighs. He looks and notices one of the bruises he left just peeking out from under the hem.

You stare back but you don't have any words for him. He fills the silence, walking towards you.

"You see? We’re done when I say we are done, princesa. I'll see you later."

He pats your ass dismissively, sending you on your way, and you exit his office on weak legs. You should have known this would happen, you and Javi still aren’t over and done with yet.

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vampyr3wife · 9 days ago

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I keep finding more about the person who is catfishing as me and others so here is the masterpost .

current Instagram usernames : vynsti , cwupcake67

discord user id : 1290803982356316193

telegram : kttwn

usernames associated with this catfish : sleepycat512 , neoyeui , x_x4672 , femgut , ruwssia , vuwnia , nwunill , cwupcake67 , rwussia , kttwn , cr_ved , vynsti

In May I discovered their account. they went quiet for a short while after I posted about it

In October I received a message letting me know that someone using my pictures was bodyshaming them and I found their account again. They evolved to using other people’s photos as well, including a photo of self harm.

after posting about it again they proceeded to change their username over 5 times . I kept an eye on the account and I noticed they were stealing pics from other tumblr bloggers as well . even worse, their behavior . blatant fatphobia, posting other girls’ selfies to make fun of them, glamorizing self harm, and using slurs. they were even calling other catfishes out as if that’s not exactly what they’re doing . eventually I got into contact w some of their mutuals and word had been getting around to a couple people already, and they block anyone who asks them about it . not long after this they changed their username again .

Now it is November, and I follow someone on Instagram only to discover that she too was a victim of this catfish in September .

they have also been using telegram and discord .

TLDR : catfish stealing girls’ photos + videos from tumblr and pinterest for at least the last 7 months and only seeming to escalate , changing their username every time they are exposed , posting stolen self harm photos , body shaming , sending / posting hate , and using slurs .

ฅ please report this user and be aware ! If Instagram does not cooperate with the report due to either account being private, please check if you have any mutual followers and let them know this person is not who they say they are .

*subject to updates*

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terrywritings · 1 month ago

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After A Long Day.

Enjoy.

No minors. 18 or over.

Vanessa comes home from a Pilates class after a long day of work, only to have another workout.

“Babe, I’m home.” Vanessa said dropping her bags as she walked through the door of Terry’s apartment. The apartment smelled delicious. Terry’s cooking was amazing. The man could fry catfish like his life depended on it.

“Hey baby.” The deep timbre of his voice vibrated right to Vanessa’s panties.

“Hmm, it smells delicious. She said before they shared a deep kiss. Terry towered over her as he enveloped her in his strong arms. His eager hands immediately palmed her ass.

“Thank you, angel. How was class?”

“Amazing. She worked us out.” Vanessa said tossing her head back. Vanessa’s been taking Pilates classes. She enjoys the workout and its close to Terry’s place. Terry’s been appreciating her Pilates classes too.

“Then she dropped this new move on us. I thought I was going to pass out.”

“Hmm really. You wanna show me?” A quiet seductive intent coating his voice. Vanessa laughed, throwing her head back, exposing more of her smooth neckline and chest to him.

“Terry baby I had a long day at work, followed by an intense Pilates class. I’m funky.”

“And?” Terry said nuzzling her ear in the way she likes. His lips trail small kisses down her neck.

“Babe come on. I’m gonna hop in the shower.”

Terry hovered just above her face, his lustful stare quieting her protests.

“So, you don’t want to get your pussy ate?”

“I….” Vanessa was too lost in his green/grey eyes to come up with a response. The bold statement posed a question had her taken aback. Terry cupped her face with his large palm. His fingers caught in the thick lush forest of her curls. Terry was meticulous in everything he did, including Vanessa. Terry dipped his head into the bend of her neck, breathing her in. The reminiscences of her vanilla amber perfume warmed his nose. The dewy sweat from her Pilates class reforming on her skin. Vanessa’s once cooling body temperature, now rose with his every touch. Terry nuzzled and kissed his favorite spot behind her ear where her hair oils and perfume collided. Vanessa was always so orchestrated. Everything went together, always seemed to fit and match perfectly without much effort. Terry loved how predictable she was but loved even more how much she kept him on his toes.

Terry kissed and nipped down over her throat and over to the other side. He could feel Vanessa’s body relax and give way in his arms. His lips picked up on the hurried pulsing under her skin. He bit down on the tender flesh causing her to mewl in his ear. He could spend a lifetime chasing the sounds of her and it still would not be long enough.

Vanessa could not help but give herself to Terry, long day funk and all. It was the way he made her feel delicate and small in his hands. The way he always managed to unlock her raw carnal sexual being. The way he made her feel like a goddess. She grew more brazen with each swipe of his tongue, with each sensual caress. Vanessa gripped his broad shoulders trying to brace herself against him. His hard masculine body pressed against her made feel feminine.

Terry separated from her as his deft fingers traced the waist band of the leggings. Without breaking his stare, he yanked them down causing Vanessa to jerk forward. Terry kneeled at eye level to her pussy. He slid the pant down off each leg. He lifted her foot to take them off her ankles. Vanessa held on to his shoulders to steady herself. He reached in the bundled-up legging and pulled out her pink lace panties. Vanessa’s eyes widened as a crimson hue tinted her face. Terry raised the delicate fabric to his nose and took a deep inhale behind closed eyelids. He inhaled her raw musky scent, slowly rubbing his face back and forth almost as if he was trying to commit her scent to memory. Studying and analyzing the sweet sultry notes her pussy. Vanessa stood frozen, not knowing what to do. Hot and bothered with tension while simultaneously embarrassed. Terry stood once again towering over her.

In one swift motion, Terry lifted Vanessa onto the counter. The cold granite slab, a sharp contrast on her sensuously aroused skin. From behind her knees, he gripped her firmly, pulling Vanessa to edge of the counter. Vanessa gulped. Her throat dry.

“Is he serious? What’s gotten into him?” She thought to herself.

As if he could hear her thoughts,

“I’ve been wanting to taste you all day.”

Vanessa couldn’t believe her ears. Her pussy clenched at the thought of him thinking about her like that all day. Terry kissed her, his tongue even more forceful than before. Vanessa couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. She wrapped her toned legs around his torso pulling him closer. Her eager hands clawing at the hem of his t-shirt. Terry pulled it over his head revealing his strong broad chest and toned abs. Terry was a god amongst men. Years of training as a marine made him lethal. Vanessa secretly loved knowing that these same hands that could kill a man were the same ones that tenderly held her face when they kissed or passionately gripped her waist when he hit it from the back.

Terry trailed kisses from her chin to her neck, stopping in between to bite and nip at Vanessa’s soft beckoning flesh. When he reached her chest, his tongue expertly swiped over her brown tender nipple, capturing the eager pebbled bud between his plush lips. The sensation drove Vanessa wild as she arched up pushing her breast in to his mouth begging for more.

“Terry, baby.” She mewled.

He groaned against her warm skin cupping her breast in his large hands. His other attentive hand pinching her other nipple. He could never deny her anything especially pleasure, but he was amazing at teasing her. Hearing her sound so aroused so wanton made his dick jump in his sweats. Sometimes Vanessa could be stubborn, hard-headed with a slick mouth, but Terry relished in sexing that attitude right out of her. Her coming undone around him all soft and wet clenching his dick like she’s trying to fuse them together always sent him over the edge and kept him in madly in love. Hell, borderline obsessed. Vanessa always kept Terry coming back for more.

Terry moved down her torso, her breath hitching with his every kiss. When he reached her stomach, he kissed her even more fervently, nuzzling her soft skin. Vanessa had always been insecure about her stomach because it was never perfectly flat or as lean as she would have liked, hence the Pilates classes. But Terry didn’t care, he loved it. To him it made Vanessa feel real, beautiful as God intended. For a man like Terry, he enjoyed her softness. The world, his discipline and life in general had hardened him. But Vanessa gave him not only a physical softness, but a tenderness he forgot his world once held. Vanessa recoiled a little from the extra affection on her stomach. Terry’s green lust stormed eyes flashed up at her.

“I love you. Every part of you. I owe every inch of you my eternal devotion, my love.”

“Terry baby I love you too.”

“Then be a good girl, lay back and let daddy eat that pussy.” Terry’s words brought a shiver to Vanessa’s spine even though she was hot. Terry held her gaze as he waited a moment for his words to sink in. Vanessa slowly leaned back on her forearms lengthened her torso to him. Terry lowered his head bringing him face to face with her pussy. He nuzzled her mound, taking in another deep inhale. Vanessa swore she saw his eyes roll back behind closed lids. The action made her pussy pulse deep within. Maintaining eye contact with those devilishly beautiful eyes, he flicked her clit with his thick tongue. Terry held the throbbing nub between his lips and pressed his lips together.

“Oohhh fuck T-t-t terry.” Vanessa could feel his lips curl into a small smirk against her lips. Terry used to his tongue to spread her lips apart. He dipped his head further to lick up her sweet honey from her molten hot core. Vanessa laid flat on the counter opening her legs wider for him. She gave herself to the wanton feeling that came over. She had evolved into this brazen sexual being that loved being taken, worshipped and sexed by this merciless god. Terry’s strong hands held her long legs open. His callused hands gripping into the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Vanessa bucked her hips up to meet his lips causing his face to fully disappear in her pelvis. He dragged his tongue up and down her now slick slit. Terry deliberately ignored her hot winking hole, just to tease her. He loved when Vanessa begged for him to impale her. Something about her like this made him feel more like a man than anything.

“Daddy yes. Don’t stop.” Vanessa was breathless as the kitchen began to spin. Terry groaned. He loved when Vanessa called him daddy. It took everything in him not to stop and slide in her right then. Terry continued the same up and down motion over her dripping pussy. Her chest heaved with each suckle of his lips and swipe of his tongue over her. The overhead pendant lighting in the kitchen began to blur. She tried to twist and turn her body from his grip. Vanessa tilted her hips back in a feeble attempt to get away from him as the sensations grew too intense.

“Where you going? I am not finished with you.” Terry declared. Those words sent a pulsing knot in Vanessa’s stomach straight to her tender core. Terry tightened his grip on her ass pulling her into his face. He cupped her ass as he drank from her fountain.

“F-ffuckk, Terrry.” Vanessa convulsed on the counter.

The vibrations from his groans summoned her orgasm to surface. Terry had made her cum in record time. He continued to lick and sop up her juices as she came. Vanessa’s clit grew sensitive with each flick. Nevertheless, he persisted.

“Terry! Stop baby!” Vanessa yelped. She was a little taken aback from her own reaction. Terry preceded to place two large pecks on her lower lips before he finally arose. A mischievous grin played on his lips. His eyes lit up with that boyish-charm.

“I missed you is all. I’ll remember to pace myself next time.” He said kissing her lips. She hungrily licked his mouth savoring her flavor on him. With one strong arm wrapped around her, he lifted Vanessa off the counter and carried her into the bedroom.

“Baby I still need to shower.”

He ignored her statement as he pulled the covers down and tossed Vanessa on the bed. She bounced two times before her body settled into the cool sheets. Terry undressed himself to reveal his long girthy dick. Vanessa’s mouth always watered at the sight of him. The room was dimly lit with candles so she could make out his outline. Terry was stood at the foot of the bed. Vanessa could see how far his fist had extended from his body as he stroked himself. Her pussy ached with the deep tension of anticipation. She wanted him needed him inside her to the hilt right now.

“You still want that shower?” His laced with a combination of sarcasm and specific intent. Vanessa parted her legs wider signaling for him to come inside.

“Use your words, angel.”

“I want you inside me, daddy.” She whispered.

He positioned himself between her legs his strong arms supporting his weight above her. His hard dick felt heavy and thick against her. Her hips bucked up to meet his.

“Patience baby patience.”

Vanessa grabbed his hips urging him on. She clawed at his powerful ass pulling him in closer. Terry swiftly pinned her arms down above her head. She didn’t even bother to fight him. Terry was a strong rock-solid man so any attempt to fight him would be futile. He stared down at her, studying her every reaction. His body wrought with the decades discipline. He reached down and rubbed his dick against her slick heat. Vanessa moaned arching away from the bed. It was all too much and not enough at the same time.

“Terry, please.” Vanessa cried as her pussy pulsed with want. A hard slap on the side of her ass broke her out of her trance and made her breath hitch.

“Who?”

“Daddy. Daddy I’m sorry. Please Daddy.”

“Please what?” He growled. His eyes growing darker and darker by the minute.

“Please fuck me.”

Terry lined up his swollen head with her beaconing entrance.

“Eyes on me baby girl.” His voice was commanding but tender enough to provide assurance and to guarantee complete compliance from her. Vanessa blinked back tears waiting for his next command. She would do anything he asked no matter how much she ached for him. She was his, bewitched body and soul.

His beautiful lust-filled eyes pierced her soul as sunk his heavy dick below her surface. Vanessa used every fiber in her being not to let her eyes rolls back as the first wave of pain and pleasure washed over her. His flared head rubbed her spot on the way deep within her. With his eyes trained her every expression Terry watched as Vanessa’s beautiful lips parted into a silent cry. Her warm, creamy inviting center clenched around him pulling his dick into her depths. The early pangs of release coursed through his pelvis. He pulled back once he felt the tip of his dick kiss the smooth plushy bottom of her pussy. If Terry could live there, he would gladly pitch a tent. He continued his patient yet firm strokes on her body. Her legs wrapped around him like vines to a tree.

Terry released his wrists, bringing his large palm to the back of her head, cradling her his arms. His other hand holding one of her cheeks to spread her even more open for him. He kissed her neck, biting at the skin. The sensations were all too much finally caused Vanessa gasp and moan.

“There’s my pretty girl. Don’t go quiet on me baby. You know I love to hear how I make my baby girl feel good.” He cooed.

The combination of his worlds with his steady tempered strokes sent over the edge immediately. Vanessa was shocked at how quickly she came.

“You coming for so soon for daddy?” He teased.

“Hmm daddy yesssss.” Vanessa hissed.

Terry had the key and the combination to the safe where all her orgasms were held. He made it his mission open her safe and take as much as he wanted. Terry pumped deliberately and deliciously in and out of Vanessa. Never giving her time or space to catch up to him. His expertise was not solely in hand-to-hand combat, but also in how to effectively use his girth, length and the right amount of pressure make Vanessa melt around him like ice cream on a hot summer’s day.

Vanessa loved feeling the weight of him against her body. She was overwhelmed by his girth, stretching her with each stroke. Her walls grew wetter and more sensitive every time he curved his pelvis into hers. His heavy balls punctuating his every stroke once he was all the way in. Vanessa wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him for a deep kiss. She could feel the beginnings of another orgasm making its way from deep within. Terry hooked Vanessa’s left leg in the bend of his muscular arm lifting it up higher. His large palm cradled her curvy hip as he swerved his pelvis into her. His head dipped in her neck because he wouldn’t last much longer if he saw how her eyes fluttered before they rolled back into her head. However, he was anticipating the long moan that came from her. Her beautiful song resonated with something deep in his manhood, his soul.

“Daddy pleaseee. Fuck. Don’t stop.”

“Never baby girl. Now be a good girl on cum again on daddy’s dick.” With his words a spell was cast upon her body. Vanessa felt her body give way to an immense heat filled rush. Her pussy clenched around Terry while washing him in her passionate essence. He continued stroking her through her orgasm causing her pussy to quicken and clench around him.

“Yes, baby squeeze that nut outta daddy.” Terry growled above her. Vanessa could feel all the muscles in her body going slack.

“Hmmm fuck Daddy.” Vanessa yelped as she creamed on him again.

“Daddy loves this pretty pussy. You want daddy to come in that pretty pussy?”

“Daddy, please baby.” Vanessa begged almost crying.

“Nahh. I’m not done making you come baby girl. He whispered, his hot breath swirling around the shell of her ear.

Terry shifted his weight back and pulled Vanessa down closer to his pelvis. He brought her legs together and pushed her knees back to her chest. The action caused her pussy to tighten the grip on his dick, sheathing his dick. It was as if her pussy was pulling him into her depths like a ship’s anchor dropping in the ocean. The deep fluttering of Vanessa’s pussy was calling for his release. Each stroke tugged on the ache in his pelvis. Exasperated, Vanessa was tired but so wanton. She didn’t want him to stop, she couldn’t stop herself.

“Fuck Daddy. Pleaseee come inside me.” Vanessa words elicited a growl from Terry’s chest.

“Hmm you want Daddy’s cum?” His voice was deep and gruff. Vanessa loved when he got like this. Her sweet shy reserved boyfriend evolved into a dick slinging sex god that knew the cheat code to her body.

“Ohhh fuck baby.” Terry growled as he his strokes became choppy. He sped up by placing his hands on either side of her hips to support his upper body weight. Terry dropped that dick off in Vanessa’s already weeping pussy fucking her into the mattress. Their bodies bouncing and rocking from the momentum. The bed creaked and groaned underneath them. Vanessa held on to his arms bracing herself against his punishing strokes.

“Fuckkkk Terr—yyy. Cum in this pussy daddy-yyy.” Once Terry saw Vanessa’s eyes roll back and flutter one last time, he launched hot thick ribbons of his seed in the soft tender bottom of her pussy, filling her deep. Both of them moaning at the sensation of each other. Terry slowed down his stroking as his dick continued to pump into her. He separated her legs to lie on top on her. They embraced in a deep kiss while Terry remained inside her, neither one of them wanting to separate from the other. The sex, love making whatever you wanted to call it, was always amazing. But what Terry and Vanessa loved the most and what made the sex even better was coming back down together. They took their time easing each other back to earth wrapped in a tangled web of arms, legs, hair, hands, and lips.

“You still want that shower?” Terry teased, smirking against Vanessa’s lips.

“Please!” Vanessa yelled. Terry laughed, the sweet sound from his chest vibrating against Vanessa.

“I suggest a nice warm bath instead, so you can soak your sore muscles.”

“Hmmm. That sounds nice only if you wash my back,” Vanessa said batting her eyelashes at him.

“I’ll wash your back, your front, your top, your bottom.” He teased nipping and kissing her post-sensuous, warmed skin.

“Terrence James Richmond, don’t make me file a complaint against you.”

Terry ran the hot water and cleaned himself up. He returned and carried Vanessa bridal style into the bathroom and helped her into the tub. The couple spent the evening bathing each other before drying off, lotioning each other and finally eating dinner. Vanessa told Terry about the new move in Pilates. Terry loaded the dishwasher as Vanessa twisted up her now frizzy hair. She was fast asleep when he returned to the bedroom. He got in bed and curled his large body around her, pulling her close to his chest. Her soft breathing and even softer thighs barely covered by his large MARINES T-shirt made his dick twitch. Terry quieted his intrusive thoughts to let Vanessa sleep. He had thoroughly worn her out. Thankfully she worked from home tomorrow. He could have her for breakfast and get at her again in between meetings.

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