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Look, the best part about being a Youtuber isn’t the fame or the money or the pussy. It’s about getting to do whatever the fuck I want and people love me for it. Forget about gym bros or the Dolan twins or those Paul fuckups. When you are young and rich and have thirty million followers that do your bidding life is pretty fucking great. But don’t you dare try to threaten me. Like this one douchebag did. Guy with 500,000 followers calls me out as a weak bitch on Twitter a few weeks ago and the news picks it up. Like they think the guy is even in my same league. Which he’s not. Anyways, I wrestled in high school and I spend a couple hours a day working out at my home gym and I’ve had a six-pack since middle school so I’m not worried and challenge the guy to a fight. Worked for Logan Paul and KSI, right? Get some free media coverage and some new Zombies to do my bidding.
So douchebag accepts and I have a few months before the fight. I keep partying and shit but I also spend a lot of time training. My body’s always been in great shape but now I’m like a god. Pussy was easy before but now it’s instant. Everyone wants to be a Youtuber right now. Do you know easy it is to find girls to service me? I could whip my dick out right now and ten seconds later I’d have three barely-legal "makeup artists" clawing each other to beg for the privilege to deep throat me. They won’t be able to, but it’s a nice thought.
Anyways, one morning I wake up in bed with three of my Zombie sluts from the night before and freak the fuck out when I remember there’s just a week until the fight and we’re having a weigh-in today. I call my fans Zombies cause it’s a fun name and it’s easy to make merch. It also describes how they mindlessly follow whatever I want them to do. We have to leave for the venue in five minutes but there are still these girls here and I can tell they’re expecting another round. I need more time. So I corral the girls into the back of my limo. There’s some traffic so it takes almost forty minutes before we arrive and the limo pulls through the gate where the athletes normally enter. Thank god it’s a private entrance. I step out of the limo and brush myself off. All of my trainers give me dirty smiles. They can see the three wrecked sluts lying exhausted in the back and barely able to move.
“That’s what the douchebag’s going to look like when I’m through with him.”
So douchebag accepts and I have a few months before the fight. I keep partying and shit but I also spend a lot of time training. My body’s always been in great shape but now I’m like a god. Pussy was easy before but now it’s instant. Everyone wants to be a Youtuber right now. Do you know easy it is to find girls to service me? I could whip my dick out right now and ten seconds later I’d have three barely-legal "makeup artists" clawing each other to beg for the privilege to deep throat me. They won’t be able to, but it’s a nice thought.
Anyways, one morning I wake up in bed with three of my Zombie sluts from the night before and freak the fuck out when I remember there’s just a week until the fight and we’re having a weigh-in today. I call my fans Zombies cause it’s a fun name and it’s easy to make merch. It also describes how they mindlessly follow whatever I want them to do. We have to leave for the venue in five minutes but there are still these girls here and I can tell they’re expecting another round. I need more time. So I corral the girls into the back of my limo. There’s some traffic so it takes almost forty minutes before we arrive and the limo pulls through the gate where the athletes normally enter. Thank god it’s a private entrance. I step out of the limo and brush myself off. All of my trainers give me dirty smiles. They can see the three wrecked sluts lying exhausted in the back and barely able to move.
“That’s what the douchebag’s going to look like when I’m through with him.”