Time to Gloat (Part 2)

Fredrick felt a shiver run up his spine as he slowly turned around to see the pale blue door slowly swinging open, what should he do? Should he slam it shut and hide with his old disgusting body or run for the hills hoping he would find some way to make the dream end. Fredrick looked at the door and his reflection, he should stay, even if he had to stare at himself for an eternity it would be better than going out that door and continuing one of the worse days of his life. Even just standing with the door open made Fredrick nervous and he moved his hand to cover his fat little nub of cock. Yet Fredrick couldn’t bring himself to close the door, a part of him was still defiant. Why should he have to worry? Why would he care if he had to endure that day again? After all this was just some fucked up dream, at the end of it all he would still be the muscular, playboy on the beach with a cock sucking himbo waiting for him, the changes weren’t real. Fredrick squirmed, the dream was so vivid that his old anxiety was preventing him from being himself and the sad squeaky fart that eeked out of his sweaty rump illustrated everything perfectly, why was he acting like his old self? He was a confident and successful man, not the pathetic boy he had once been, he may have the body but he was not Freddie. With a new surge of confidence and a wisp of green smoke Fredrick found himself stepping closer to the open door. He could do this, it was just a nightmare and whatever was thrown at him he could face after all he had done it before. With a large confident stride Fredrick took his first step out of the pale blue prison that had just tormented him and out into the campus gym, a place Fredrick had never returned to and he was about to relive why that was.

See You On The Flipside: Cash Master

Warren hadn’t set out to become what he was now, in fact he was only posting pictures of himself on social media and everything kind of snowballed from there. Warren worked hard on his appearance, he exercised relentlessly to get his toned, muscle bound physique, he styled his hair perfectly, had a beauty regime that would make most girls jealous and he made sure he was always dressed in the most fashionable clothing. Naturally, the attractive twenty year old wanted to flaunt his good looks and style and so had started posting photos and videos of himself online. Warren was used to getting a lot of attention from women in real life but he was both shocked and disgusted at how much attention he got from men online. At first his messages and inbox’s were full of men complimenting his body and praising his physique, however the tone of the messages soon changed. Men would message him begging him to let them worship his muscles, asking him to send them his dirty underwear and pleading him to show his bare ass from them. Warren unsurprisingly ignored all the requests, he wasn’t gay and he certainly wasn’t some plaything parading around for the amusement of some fags on the internet, however once the men online stated how much they were willing to pay Warren had a change of heart. Wearing fashionable clothes and maintaining his body wasn’t cheap and the sums of money being offered to him were all too tempting for the arrogant, greedy jock.

Inferior Superior

Connor had a great time at university; he had got drunk and partied nearly every night and spent his days working out in the campus gym. Although now that he had graduated, Connor regretted not trying harder at his studies because employers don’t hire those who barely scraped a pass. The only job Connor had managed to get was at a local office doing data entry, sure it wasn’t exciting but Connor needed a job and the money. At first Connor didn’t mind his new occupation, he was young and good looking and all the women fussed over him, they would give him easier jobs, bake him treats and bombard him with compliments. They made his job so much easier for him that he didn’t see the point in bursting their bubbles and telling them he was gay. However while the women at his work made his life easier the same couldn’t be said for the men. Having a hot, young, muscular stud of a man move into the building and receive all the attention from the women certainly put them on guard. To Connor it was obvious that they were all jealous of him, while they were older, out of shape and stuck in committed relationships he was the complete opposite, a young, hot, single guy. Most of the men barely talked to him and when they did it was to drop off work to his cubicle, Connor couldn’t believe how petty and jealous the grown men in the office were and worst of all his boss seemed the most envious of all.