Eros Had a Boner

Me reading about that dude on tumblr that’s killed like 3 ppl after setting up a cult in which he injects silicone into his cult followers’ balls to inflate them because it’s his kink

we need to throw away this whole website

What’s so crazy about this is that I followed both “master” Dillon and jack (tank) months before he died. I think his tumblr has since been deleted but I remember when I first came across their little “family” I thought it was odd, especially knowing that the men calling Dillion “master” were all branded, sometimes with multiple brands, and that they all had to wear these thick metal chains around their neck. But they seemed happy so I just wrote it off as as disturbing bdsm nonsense. But then I found Jack’s tumblr….and that’s when I became very concerned. I must have scrolled through 2 years worth of content; see in the beginning I was just trying to figure out why jack and Dillion had separated because Dillion would let jack be in all the pictures but would speak so poorly about him that I was curious about what had happened . I never found what I was looking for but I did find out that after their break up, “Tank” went back to being Jack. I discovered a man who was exceptionally kind, a man who had his own interests and ideas. He worked and managed a non profit, he was interested in culinary arts, he was an artist and literally all of that disappeared when Dillion came back into his life. It was like night and day; jack disappeared and “tank” took over. The worst thing about it was watching Dillion emotionally manipulate and abuse Jack. He would dangle their relationship over Jacks head but never allow him back into his inner circle. He allowed jack to come back to America to be with the family but wouldn’t let him live in the mansion, he’s worth millions, instead he put him in a tiny apartment that was about the size of a walk in closet and made him stay there. It was pitifully small, like a cage. And poor jack was so excited to even have the chance to be back with Dillion that he made a shrine above his mattress that he took pictures of himself “worshipping his god” daily. So jack was literally living in a hole worshipping Dillion and yet Dillion would not grant jack his title back. He allowed jack to “serve” him but would always say they weren’t together and spoke about him as if he were left over trash on the street. The moment I found out that Jack had died I called my friend and said “it was Dillion. I don’t know how, but Dillion did this.” And sure enough it was Dillion. Poor Jack, so desperate to make Dillion happy, enlarged his balls even more and under the advice of Dillion, who knew the risks, wasn’t allowed to seek medical attention when he got sick. After his death, Dillion posted on Instagram that “regrettably tank has died but his last words were ‘thank you for allowing me to serve you master Dillion.’” I felt sick reading that. I prayed that Dillion was lying but then I felt sick that Dillion had even typed that. As jack lay dead in the morgue Dillion’s main concern was upholding his image as “master.”