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WHEN NATE JACOBS WAS eleven years old, he found his dad's porn collection. his dad, cal, was obsessive. his mom always said that's who he got it from. then he quickly realized that the colored cases and placement were no accident. it was an elaborate code, that no one fucked with his shit.
nate jacobs sat at his fathers desk and inserted one of the dozens of disks in his drawer. he waited patiently for it to load, when it did, nate stared at the screen confused.
"i have a very pretty dick. do you want to see it?" his father said.
"what do you like to be called? mister? master? daddy?" the unfamiliar face asked.
"you? you can call me "daddy." he stuck his finger in their mouth. "open wider. wider. more like that."
every video was basically the same.
"oh, you are all woman, aren't you?" his father wondered.
"mostly." a different unfamiliar face responded.
"mostly." they recorded.
they'd drink, make small talk and then his dad would fuck the shit out of some...
"fucking whore. fucking slut." his father spat.
one night, when his father came home late. he crept through the house, making sure not to wake anyone. he came into nate's room and sat onto the bed.
"i want to talk to you." he began, "you're a strong man, nathaniel. i knew it from the moment you were born. you have an... iron will... ...drive, determination. i've always admired that in you. because some day, it will lead you to greatness. but no one in this world will ever root for you. they'll see what I see and they'll despise you for it. sometimes you'll know, and sometimes you won't. but the farther you go, the sharper their blade. just don't ever give them an opening."
by twelve, he had adopted a rigid diet and workout schedule. within a year, his body fat dropped from 23% to 6%.
nate looked in the mirror and clenched his fist, he let out a hallow scream. odessa looked up from her plate and up at her mother and father, "is he like, good?"
cal kissed her on the head, "don't worry about it, sweetheart."
he joined the football team as a freshman and quickly excelled. by the year's end, he was not only the starting quarterback, but the team captain. he loved the crowds, the pats on the back, the cheers, the feeling of winning. but he hated being in the locker room. he hated how casual how his teammates were about being naked. how they'd talk to him with their dicks hanging out. he made a concerted effort to always maintain eye contact during these exchanges. every now and then, he'd forget, and accidentally catch a glimpse of someone's penis.
his older brother aaron was a fuck-up. he could tell his dad didn't like aaron, didn't think he had guts or brains or half a fucking clue and nate agreed. he didn't talk to his dad that much, but they didn't need to. they had a good relationship. he didn't like his mother either. she was weak, and a pushover. plus, she didn't take care of herself. he liked his little sister, even if she did disgust him sometimes. like the thing with vlad, he knew it wasn't her fault, but that didn't make it any better. he even asked her about it once.
