Meanwhile, a young man named Ezra pondered his circumstance. Here he was, being violently tugged along by the green goblins.
“Another Prize!” One hissed.
“We’re gonna get rewarded” another snarled.
As hard as he tried, Ezra couldn’t wriggle free of the small but inhumanly storing monsters. He pondered how he got here for a moment: He left his friends house, decided to take a short cut through a forest, o e wrong turn and boom. He was here.
They pulled and tugged, until they finally entered a large house. The forced him to kneel in a lobby of sorts, as two figures emerged from another room. Ezra quickly averted his eyes from the two men. They were inhuman: Red, tall and build with lean, dense muscle. A dark film of hair coated their bodies.
“Master Hobgoblin! We have another human!” A goblin said.
Alex smiled, staring at the human. He had been one only a few minutes ago, and already he knew he was better off. Looks at him! He was the peak of physical health, and with new features made him so much more attractive. Red skin, black hair, sharp noise and teeth. He even had an eternal lover. Yes, this human would learn the pleasures of being a hobgoblins.
“Another toy, love?” He whispered to the Hobgoblin.
The Hobgoblin laughed, and cupped his balls. He then collected the slimy remains of their session from before.
“I have you, and I have assured you can satisfy any physical desire. No, this is our son!”
“Your what!?” Ezra sputtered, stammering to his feet.
A goblin immediately slammed his legs, Ezra collapsed onto the floor.
“Carful you idiots!” Hobgoblin shouted, “That’s our boy your touching. Don’t you dare hurt him!”
“Your son? We just met!!”
Hobgoblin laughed, and kissed Alex, “Watch the boy. He’s a growing boy. I’m preparing a snack for him.” He then left the room and into the kitchion. Alex stepped steadily down the lobby steps and to Ezra, still struggling for freedom. It was strange. Although he had just met him, Alex felt a growing maternal instinct towards Ezra. Alex smiled, faint,y noticing a grunting sound for the room over.
“What’s your name,” he asked. Alex only then realised the deep boom his new voice had.
“Ezra,” Ezra replied, who then spat at Alex.
Ezra was a small, skinny and probably 18. Yes, he was his son though. Alex could feel it.
Hobgoblin retuned with a small bowl willed with a strangely, porridge like substance.
“Eat,” he commanded to Ezra.
Ezra looked hesitant, then said, “Will you let me go then? After I eat it?”
“Up to you, but I’m sure you’ll want to stay with your pops,” he wrapped a hairy arm around Alex.
Taking a deep breath, Ezra look the bowl, gagging at it’s stench. Taking another breath,he quickly swallowed the entire porridge. The cold substance felt like it was crawling into Ezra’s stomach.
He gaged again, “What’s I’m that crap!?”
The hobgoblin laughed.
“You are our boy, so I fed you with the substance where all children come from.”
Ezra’s eyes widened at the words. No, no way he just ate...
But before he could think any further, a sudden feeling washed over his body.
“Yes. You are our boy, so you must be be tied with both our seed. That’s by I collected yours honey,” he said to Alex, “You will be our strong, strapping young man. You’ll have the best life we can ever provide.”
Ezra could only scream to what came next...