December 6th - Toxic Masculinity - Trevor
Curious about what's happened to Ethan and what's coming next? Check out the master post here!
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Christmas nights always feel sparkling and cosmic, It’s a shame that it's spent with someone so toxic.
Ethan had honestly forgotten that he was supposed to go thrift store shopping with his housemate, Trevor. After an eventful day yesterday, when he had dinner with all his friends, he had meant to set an alarm to wake up on time. Trevor was insistent the other day that all the good outfits and deals would be gone after the morning, and given how fashion-forward his housemate was, Ethan had agreed to tag along at the near crack of dawn. The young man couldn’t imagine why in the world there would be a thrift store open so early in the morning, but since Trevor was working in the fashion industry as an assistant stylist, the other man surely knew more than he did. Still, he hadn’t meant to oversleep, and as Ethan blearily opened up his phone, he was instantly greeted with a flurry of text messages.
trevor: you ready to go sleepy head? trevor: the world’s not gonna wait for you to wake; there’s clothes to be bought!
leo: feel free to sleep in, owner! i will accompany trevor to the store. i have lots of ideas that i think he would look good in.
devon: hey, heard you were sleepin in. trevor asked me to give him a ride so i figured id let you know where we were all off to
trevor: do you think im more of a jewelry and leather jacket sorta guy? devon and leo insist that its a good look for me, but its not really something id usually wear
Groaning as he rubbed at his face, Ethan quickly leaned over in his bed to take a quick swig from his water bottle. He lazily typed out some messages in response, only pausing to think about Trevor’s last question. Would his housemate look good in that sort of style? Ethan supposed so, although it was hard to imagine the skinny, delicate man wearing anything other than his pastel clothing, floral accents, and flowing dresses. But then again, what did he know about fashion? If Trevor wanted to try out something new, Ethan was sure the stylist could make it all work.
After letting Trevor know that he thought it could be a fun style to try, Ethan flicked through the rest of his notifications. Idly, he quickly skipped through all the usual apps, his body moving on autopilot at this point. Instagram, his e-mail, Twitter, the Advent app, TikTok… it was like second nature for him. His eyes barely glanced over the rhyming lines of text before he moved on, stretching out his body as he let out a long yawn. “Ah, should probably get the day started,” he groaned, fully flopping out of the bed to get ready.
Ethan left his phone on his bed, shuffling about the apartment. He needed to shower, make some breakfast, and attend to some last-minute project work he had put off for the weekend.
trevor: i got a couple shirts to match with the style. i thought itd be big on my frame but leo and devon said that it fits pretty well. what do you think?
Humming as he finished up with his shower, Ethan tossed the towel onto his bed, covering up the glowing screen of his phone with Trevor’s messages. If he had taken a look, Ethan would have noticed the way the slimmer man was starting to pack on some muscle and fill out the shirts, and how the tips of his hair were becoming more white and platinum blonde than black. The young man shuffled over to his closet, grabbing a comfy pair of sweatpants, a T-shirt, and a hoodie to wear. Nothing beats a weekend at home in comfort. While he wished he didn’t have to do work, the young man was happy he didn’t have to shuffle out in the cold. He figured he’d have to make it up to Trevor somehow for missing out on their morning shopping spree, but he would cross that bridge later. First, Ethan needed some food in him, and he left his room to whip up something quick and easy.
trevor: yo, you there? im grabbing these things as well. gonna put it on your card if you dont text me back and say otherwise.
After making some pancakes and scrambled eggs, Ethan sat at the dining table, flicking through Netflix to find a new show to watch. He eventually settled on a K-drama, figuring that he could get through one episode before being productive for the rest of the day. As he tore into the warm food, he failed to hear the soft buzzes coming from his phone in the bedroom as another set of messages came through. This time, each message was more insistent than the last.
trevor: fuck, bet a little fag like you is bummed he missed out on seeing me turn into a fuckin muscle god. but then my whole trip wouldve been ruined seeing a little bitch like you tag along trevor: ill give you a little taste of what you missed out on tho. i can see it now, you on your knees in the store worshipping me with that filthy mouth of yours trevor: little pig boys like you always greedy for more than you can handle
trevor: we’re heading back home now. better be ready for me, little boy
Trevor’s photos showcased a man who had been spending most of his time in the gym, packing on enough muscle and heat to reflect the cocky, alpha attitude he now had. His body was covered in tattoos, giving him a prickling sensation that matched his confident aura. The former stylist showed off his body, his physique more attuned to being a model than someone behind the scenes. The flex of his muscles and the haughty gaze in his eyes as he sent over more images of himself were in sharp contrast to the gentle and caring man who had left the house earlier that morning.
Finishing up his breakfast, Ethan cleaned up after himself and walked into his bedroom to grab his laptop and phone. The young man blinked as he heard the front door open behind him, only calling out in response as he turned on his phone screen to read all the missed messages. “Oh, welcome back, guys! How was it? What’d you get?” But his words quickly trailed off as he read through the various messages, his eyes widening at the progressive changes to Trevor during the course of their absence. A firm, heavy knock landed on his bedroom door, pushing it open to show a large, imposing figure standing in the doorframe.
Glancing up with a nervous gulp, Ethan could only stare in amazement as he watched Trevor barge into his room without waiting for permission. His housemate had stripped himself of his leather jacket and shirt, only standing before him in all his shirtless glory to show off his newly grown muscles. “The fuck you think you were doin’, making me wait for you like that this morning? God, do you know what a waste of my time that was? Waiting for a little faggot who was begging to tag along with me yesterday? It makes me want to beat the shit out of you,” Trevor growled as he shoved Ethan backwards, causing the young man to stumble back out of concern. Leo, in the meantime, had slipped into the bedroom and eyed the confrontation with a curious expression on his face.
“Now, now, Master. No need to be so upset. Ethan was just tired from servicing us yesterday. He has to be well-rested so that he can be a good hole for us, right?” Leo chirped cheerfully as he glanced over at Ethan with a giddy yet wolfish expression on his face. Wait, who was servicing whom?
Trevor scowled at the interruption, only glancing back at Leo. The tatted man’s expression shifted into something more stoic and suave, casting a disgusted look at Ethan once more. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood. Leo and Devon helped me out instead since your little bitch ass couldn’t wake up and carry all my clothes for me. But for that, I don’t think you deserve savoring a taste of your alpha’s body today. You’re going to stay here and clean up our rooms for us. Leo’s gonna take over this space now, and you can just sleep on the couch or at our feet,” he snorted as he reached up with one hand to lightly smack at Ethan’s cheek.
He paused, gripping the other’s shoulders and spinning him around roughly to shove him up against the wall. “And if you ever make me wait like that again? I’m going to ram this fat cock of mine so far up this little hole of yours until you’re squealing like the little bitch you are. I’m gonna shove your face up between my sweaty pits, make you breathe in all that strong, alpha manliness that you could never hope to achieve. I’m gonna smash your face against these fat pecs of mine and watch you drool over them because that’s apparently all you know how to do. Is there anything in that head of yours, or are you just a dumb little gay boy begging for his alpha’s fat cock to breed you?” Trevor hissed as he pressed his heaving pecs against Ethan’s backside.
“...I-I’m sorry, T-Trevor…”
“It’s ‘yes, master, ‘yes, alpha, ’ or ‘yes, sir’. Have you learned nothing from me?” Trevor growled as he pressed harder against Ethan’s back, causing the young man to yelp out at the increased pressure. “Do you understand me? You’re nothing but a hole for me to fuck, but I can easily find another greedy little bitch to satisfy me. You got that?” He smirked as he felt the weight of his new jewelry smack against the backside of the other man's head, trapped between his broad neck and the crease between his hefty cleavage.
“...Y-Yes, sir…”
Huffing as he let go, Trevor rolled his eyes as the other man crumpled to the ground. “Whatever. You’re not worth my time anyway. C’mon, Leo. We’re gonna go hit the gym. See if Devon wants to come, yeah? This little slut’s put me in a bad mood again,” he grunted as he stormed out of the room.
Leo offered Ethan a sympathetic smile from the doorway, only turning and bouncing out of the room after Trevor. “And we’ll take the bikes, right? There’s nothing better than the wind whipping around us when we’re on the bikes, Master.” Trevor chuckled as he threw on a sleeveless tank, casting one last withering glance at Ethan as he walked out of the room.
“Yeah, we’ll take the bikes. C’mon, buddy.”
