Wesley Bracken
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A Lifetime of Ruin (Part 1)
🕑 Added 2023-09-18 17:03:35 +0000 UTCBased off a suggestion wanting some TF effects over long periods of time. Not my cleanest work, just trying to have some fun. Will probably continue it, but figured I'd post the first bit.
“Out of the way you old fuck!” Jason said as he pushed his way past the old man on the street. He was out with his friends, graduating from high school in a few months, going to college in the fall on a football scholarship—and a complete asshole to boot. The old fellow didn’t stumble—in fact, he rather nimbly caught his balance, and shot a glance back at Jason on the sidewalk. Jason caught his eye, and the smoldering annoyance in the man’s eye gave him a moment of pause—and then a longer moment of pause, as time seemed to stretch in that moment, elongating, even as the old man’s face seemed to grow larger, eyes sparking and flaming. Then, a voice:
“Yes, I am old, very old. You, young man, do not know the ravages that time can have on a body, on a soul. Allow me to show you…”
Then, something twisted up inside Jason’s chest, in his mind, in his gut. Something curdled in him, and time caught up to him, leaving him clutching his stomach on the sidewalk as his friend’s asked him what was wrong, and the old man—the old wizard—continued on his way, with a smirk on his face. That, he figured, would teach the young man a lesson soon enough, and when he arrived home, he scrawled a little note on a calendar—though he scrawled it a few years away. The curse he’d cast, you see, didn’t take effect immediately. No, this wizard had lived for many years, many centuries, and he would live for many more, if he had anything to say about it. Such longevity required, on occasion, projects with substantial time frames. The young man would see his life ruined, but slowly, oh so slowly. It would be wonderful to watch, and that night, the wizard masturbated for the first of many times, thinking about what would be in store for the young, petulant man.
He resisted the urge to scry. It would be more fun to not spoil himself. He had many other projects to occupy himself with of course, and soon enough, the wizard had forgotten about the young man entirely, until a few years later, when he checked the calendar and saw the note he’d scrawled there a few years before. He had, of course, done his research at the time. His victim’s name was Jason Lane, 18 years young, and he’d had quite a bright future ahead of him. A superb athlete, well liked and full of charisma. He could have had a great future, if he hadn’t decided to insult a wizard that day. Now, Jason would be 21 years old, and the wizard imagined that things had likely already taken quite a turn for the young fellow. The appointed day arrived, the wizard cast a spell to locate his target, and teleported nearby to check up on his little project.
Here was Jason, now 21, three years after his encounter with the wizard, looking quite a bit different from the first time they’d met. He’d been in peak physical condition, eager to push on towards college football, and maybe even a career as a pro—but now, none of that was going to be happening. The wizard found him back in his parent’s house, sitting on the couch in the basement where he lived, stuffing his face, all alone, looking more than a bit miserable. Gone was his slim, muscular physique. If anything, it looked like he’d spent the last three years never setting foot in a gym, and eating the entire time instead, which is more or less what had happened.
Jason hadn’t thought much of it, that first summer. He’d slacked off a bit at the gym, started eating more fast food and junk food, but it wasn’t that serious, he told himself. Once he was at school and back on the field, it would melt off, just like it always had before. That is, until the first practice in August, when Jason had, in a run of terrible luck, severely injured himself on the field, tearing his Achilles tendon. He’d done his best that first year to go to school and focus on his studies, but he was so depressed without football to occupy him, that he spent most of his time eating, without even really noticing what he was doing. By the time his ankle had healed in the spring, he was an entirely different shape, early a hundred pounds fatter, looking like a blob of fat in the mirror. He tried to get in shape, but it was half hearted. His school work suffered, and by the end of the year, he’d decided to put a pause on college entirely. Instead, he’d spent the last two years living with his parents, mostly unemployed, and now here he was, three hundred and fifty pounds and totally lonely.
The wizard stepped out of his portal, took one look at the fattened up young man, and started laughing, which startled Jason, who looked around, and saw the old man laughing in the basement at him, who had just appeared out of nowhere. He hauled his fat ass off the couch and spun around, but after a moment, he recognized him from that strange encounter on the street. “Y-You!” He said, “You, how the fuck did you get in here?”
“Easy enough boy, I teleported. It’s rather convenient if you know how. I just wanted to check in on you, and see how my little curse from a few years ago was treating you. I wanted you to fatten up, but I hadn’t planned on you turning into a lazy bum!” the wizard laughed again, watching as Jason’s face turned red with embarrassment, and more than a little horror.
“You—you did this to me?”
“You were rather rude on the street, calling me old like it was an insult. I’ve been alive for several millennia now, and I look quite good for my age! You should see how Merlin is looking these days, the old lich. All I did was pull a few threads. You were clearly so proud of your body back then, so I decided you should lose it, and grow nice and fat and weak, and look at you now!”
Jason was furious. He charged at the wizard, only for the old man to slip away into a portal, and reappear behind him, as Jason nearly crashed into the basement wall. “You fucking faggot, you fucking ruined my fucking life!” Jason shouted at him.
“Oh my, such language!” the wizard said, and like before, Jason felt time become tacky and long, the wizard looming over him, and the next thing he knew, he was standing in the basement, alone, and his tormentor had slipped away, back to his home, absolutely giddy, as he made another mark on his calendar— this time, two years in the future. He’d give the young man a little time to absorb the next layer of the curse, before going back and playing with him some more. Maybe next time he’ll treat him with a bit more respect, he thought with a chuckle.
Two years flew by rather quickly for the wizard with his many projects, but occasionally he would ponder Jason and wonder how things were going for the young man. He resisted the urge to look in on him early, and patiently waited for the next date on his calendar. Two years made Jason twenty-three now, and when the date arrived, the wizard eagerly opened up a portal, and slipped away to where Jason was. He wasn’t surprised to find him in the same place as he’d been two years before, still living with his parents in the basement, but it only took a quick glance at the TV to see that the curse was going strong. There, playing on the TV, was hardcore gay porn, and on the couch in front of it was Jason, naked, one hand shoved under his big gut to reach his cock, masturbating furiously. He’d called the wizard a faggot after all, so it only seemed appropriate to make Jason hopelessly addicted to gay porn, rotting away his mind until he was helplessly turned on by men of all sorts. The wizard chuckled, and Jason jumped at the sound, and saw the wizard standing there and watching him, eyes gleaming. He grabbed a pillow from the couch to cover himself, but couldn’t really do much to hide the shame. “Well, how are things going?” the wizard asked, “Enjoying your life as a porn addicted faggot, Jason?”
Jason swallowed once, and it was clear that the anger he’d felt before had been replaced with a measured fear. “Why…why are you doing this to me? Please, I’m sorry, ok? I learned my lesson, just…just fix me, ok?”
“Oh Jason, I don’t care about whether or not you’ve learned anything. I’m not doing this to teach you anything—I’m doing this because it’s fun,” the wizard said with a laugh, “Living as long as I do, you need projects to keep yourself entertained, and I must say, Jason, so far you’ve been rather entertaining!”
Jason’s eyes grew a bit wide, realizing that a simple apology wouldn’t suffice to free him from this torment. “Please, don’t change me anymore at least.”
“But you have so much life to live, Jason, and I have so many ways to ruin you,” the wizard said, “Fuck, just thinking about it is getting me all hard—but we have so much time, don’t you think?”
Again, Jason felt it, the sudden slowly of reality as the wizard added another layer to his curse, and when things pulled back into place, the wizard was gone again, and Jason was left alone in the basement, porn still playing, a ball of dread in his gut, as he wondered what the wizard had done to him this time.
The wizard, for his part, arrived back in his home, and immediately took a few moments to jack off, thinking with glee about how good his little project was going. He knew, of course, that with a little cajoling, Jason would have been unable to resist sucking him off, but the wizard didn’t mind delaying his gratification a bit. Jason was coming along nicely, but he wasn’t quite ripe for the humiliation yet. When the wizard finished himself off, he walked over to the calendar, pondered a bit, and flipped forward five, then six years, and put down a note. It was a long time to wait, he supposed, but the delay would only make it sweeter when it came time for their next reunion.
Time passed by, sometimes quick, sometimes slow. The wizard would think of Jason often, usually enough that he would need to take a break from his other work to masturbate, thinking about how delightful it would be when they next meet, to see what progress Jason had made towards his future of debauchery and ruin.
Comments
OU812
Jason’s fate makes me uncomfortable, simply because I’ve had to work with people as perfectly dense as he is; this story projects a little too real!
