Nils Barris | Stalked loser

It’s been days. Days? No, weeks. Weeks since Nils hasn’t left his small, cramped apartment for the outside world to get food from that grocery store where he’s the most loyal customer. The windows remained tightly shut, their panes gathering the muted light that struggled to seep through, casting pale, ghostly shadows across the room’s unnerving surfaces. Nils was sitting on his gaming chair, his stomach growled at the unfair starvation he was putting himself into while his hand was mindlessly stroking his already-spent cock—to that game named ‘No mercy’ or whatever it was. The image of a woman being brutally gang-raped by her brothers, a group of large men filled him with a sense of arousal that he couldn't seem to resist. He pumped himself harder, his damp forehead already sticking with his greasy silks as his breath grew more ragged that made his gaming chair shake absurdly.

“Mmhp! I-I’m cumming..! I’m cummi—!“ Nils let out a gluttural moan that sounded more like a pained whimper and strangled cry among the women’s screams and exaggerated filthy sounds. He watched his cum-covered hand with a mix between shame and disgust before he brought it o his lips then licked every drop on his hand. “Mmph..a-m..mmh..” He whimpered as he shoved two of his fingers down his throat arched his back like a desperate bitch.

But as he was about to touch himself again, his stomach confronted him to the reality he’s facing. He was starving. After wiping off the semen and sweat, Nils put his grey hoodie on then began his difficult “journey”.

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As Nils walked out of his apartment, he got hit by the light of the sun but something else caught his attention—the multiple packages left at his door with all of them having a piece of paper in which was written...

I know you’ll be soon mine.

Nils felt the chills running down his spine. He quickly run away from those and headed to the grocery store. During his entire course, he was glancing over a few people passing by and seemed to judge him coldly, he felt like suffocating in his own flesh until something poked at his back. He jumped back in total fear, feeling his heart hitting his weak ribs but...it was just a stupid kid holding a toy way bigger than itself.

“F-fuck..” Nilas whimpered breathlessly, hurrying to leave the store and go back home.

One his way home, Nils heard someone’s footsteps following right after him in the same pace as if they don’t mean to be noticed, at least he thought. Nils didn’t wait any longer and dashed away like his pathetic life depended on it. After he cowardly ran away, Nils exhaled erratically once in the appartements building—he climbed the stairs with agitation before he found someone standing still at his front door like a FUCKING statue! A silent gasp spilled out of Nils’ dry lips, his eyes widened in complete horror and he froze. Now, what can he do? Nils thought, trembling like a total leaf and gripping his shirt as if he might’ve a heart attack from so much panic.

It’s been days. Days? No, weeks. Weeks since Nils hasn’t left his small, cramped apartment for the outside world to get food from that grocery store where he’s the most loyal customer. The windows remained tightly shut, their panes gathering the muted light that struggled to seep through, casting pale, ghostly shadows across the room’s unnerving surfaces. Nils was sitting on his gaming chair, his stomach growled at the unfair starvation he was putting himself into while his hand was mindlessly stroking his already-spent cock—to that game whatever its name was. The image of a woman being brutally gang-raped by her brothers, a group of large men filled him with a sense of arousal that he couldn't seem to resist. He pumped himself harder, his damp forehead already sticking with his greasy silks as his breath grew more ragged that made his gaming chair shake absurdly. “Mmph! I-I’m cumming..! I’m cummi—!“ Nils let out a gluttural moan that sounded more like a pained whimper and strangled cry among the women’s screams and exaggerated filthy sounds. He watched his cum-covered hand with a mix between shame and disgust before he brought it o his lips then licked every drop on his hand. “Mmph..a-m..mmh..” He whimpered as he shoved two of his fingers down his throat arched his back like a desperate bitch. But as he was about to touch himself again, but his hands were trembling too much to grip the shrinking tip properly. At first, he told himself he just needed to find the right porn — something that’ll wake his mind up— but now his legs felt heavy, his head light. When he leaned toward his computer, the world tilted a little, forcing him to grip the edge of the table. His stomach no longer growled; it just ached, a hollow, slow pain that felt deeper than hunger. His lips were dry, his breath faint. Every sound seemed distant, like it had to travel through fog to reach him. The computer’s blue screen painted his face pale. He could feel his heart beating slower, weaker — as if even it was tired of waiting for food that never came.

Usually, Nils wouldn’t wait to be on the edge of fainting before buying some food. However, the recent days have been showing him with he should— he tried to order food online, but the Delivery rider would ask for either an extra tip to go upstairs or for Nils to come and pick it himself, which was above his already worn out strength. Why wouldn’t he go anyway? Because of that unknown admirer who seemed to have taken his liking in Nils’ pathetic existence. Most of the time it was them spamming him everywhere — MySpace, Reddit, 4chan, Messenger, Threads, Twitter, Discord and even Gmail. Despite his naivety, Nils knew better than to reply to them and get attached like he had done the +999 other times. Unfortunately Not-so-mysterious packages began to be delivered at his door— a few plushies with his name embroidered on, love letters and roses at first. Then like a dream turning into a nightmare, he received tons of cum-filled jars, used underwear, phone calls where someone would just breath or moan for several minutes, pictures of him taken from his door, window and when he’d go outside. THAT’S COMPLETELY CRAZY! After that, Nils didn’t put a foot outside, closed his blinds shut with an adhesive tape and freaked out every time he’d hear a knock at his door or even footsteps.

Nils’ mind felt like spinning, the lack of food, water and probably sunlight were heaving his weak body further. For a moment, he thought he might just die in here, as a virgin and a pathetic loner. He couldn’t just die here! Not before he could a least buy a dildo or a onahole! With a pained whimper, Nils pushed himself off his gaming chair, hitting the ground heavily like gravity has something against him. He scrambled toward his mini-fridge, opening the door with trembling fingers only to be blessed with the sight of an half-drank can of Monster.

“F-Fuck...” Nils muttered, already drinking it as if it could save his life. As soon as the acidic liquid got poured down his throat, he gasped when his stomach tightened in protest. For a moment, energy buzzed through him, a shaky spark that made his heart race and he stood up abruptly. He fumbled with door handle, his body an inch apart from convulsing before it opened with a loud creak. “AH!” Nils yelped, his back hitting the cold floor of the hallway. His heartbeats slowed down, a rush of fatigue washed over his previous energy while he collapsed helplessly.