The pre-awards show chat trophies get before putting on the black bow tie that solidifies them as silent decoration.
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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@spiralplz
The pre-awards show chat trophies get before putting on the black bow tie that solidifies them as silent decoration.
Inspired by @richtrophy ‘s story how he met his first daddy
How I became a trophy
How @richtrophy became a trophy beta boy
Inspired by @richtrophy ‘s story how he met his first daddy
That’s right. Good boys are greedy and only want to date rich generous men
Good boys are greedy
Good boys only want to date older rich men
Interview? No it’s your first date babe
Good boys don’t make decisions on their own
Just drink your medicine and listen
Repeat after me
Programming a pretty dumb trophy
Your future is set as a perfect stepford trophy boy
Opening up your mind to a Stepford future
The Perfect Fit
Marcus Hale believed in order.
His office sat on the top floor of a glass tower overlooking the city, and everything inside it followed a quiet logic. The desk aligned perfectly with the windows. The books were arranged by height and color. Even the suits in his private wardrobe were spaced evenly along the rail, dark fabrics hanging in disciplined rows.
Marcus believed most people lacked structure.
And people without structure were easy to improve.
Sometimes, when his work was finished for the evening, he stood by the window and watched the street below.
Hundreds of people moved through the city every minute.
Most were busy. Distracted. Chaotic.
But every once in a while, someone stood out.
Someone unfinished.
Someone who simply needed the right guidance.
It was raining lightly when Marcus noticed him.
Across the street, outside a concert hall, a young man stepped out of the building holding a thin folder of sheet music. Tall. Athletic build. Dark hair slightly damp from the rain.
His shoulders slumped.
He looked hollow.
Marcus watched as the young man stood there for a moment, staring down at the pavement like the ground might offer an explanation.
Marcus recognized the look instantly.
Rejection.
It had a way of hollowing people out.
Marcus picked up his coat and headed downstairs.
The young man was standing near the road when Marcus approached.
“You auditioned,” Marcus said calmly.
The young man looked up, startled.
“Yeah.”
Marcus glanced briefly at the folder.
“And they declined.”
A quiet nod.
Marcus extended his hand.
“Marcus Hale.”
“Daniel.”
Marcus studied him carefully.
“You’ve been trying to become something,” Marcus said.
Daniel gave a weak laugh.
“Yeah. Guess I’m not good enough.”
Marcus tilted his head slightly.
“Not yet.”
Daniel frowned slightly.
“What do you mean?”
Marcus gestured toward the tower across the street.
“Come upstairs,” he said calmly. “You look like someone who could use a different opportunity.”
Daniel hesitated.
Then he nodded.
Marcus’s office was quiet when they entered.
Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city lights. Everything inside the room felt precise. Controlled.
Daniel stood awkwardly near the center of the room.
“Wow,” he said softly. “You run all this?”
Marcus walked past him and set his coat down neatly.
“I shape it,” he replied.
Daniel looked around, slightly overwhelmed.
“I wish my life looked this organized.”
Marcus studied him carefully.
“You’ve spent years trying to build something for yourself.”
Daniel nodded.
“Yeah.”
“And it hasn’t worked.”
Daniel sighed.
“Not really.”
Marcus stepped closer.
“You’re tired of deciding everything yourself.”
Daniel blinked.
“I… what?”
Marcus’s voice remained steady.
“Look at me.”
Daniel stopped.
His eyes lifted automatically.
Marcus held his gaze.
“Good,” Marcus said.
Something in Daniel’s mind began to slow.
Marcus continued calmly.
“You’ve spent years chasing approval.”
Daniel tried to answer.
“I—”
“Quiet.”
The word dropped into place like a switch.
Daniel’s voice stopped instantly.
Marcus nodded.
“That’s better.”
Daniel felt the noise inside his head fade.
Marcus walked toward the wardrobe and removed a folded shirt.
White. Perfectly pressed.
He returned and placed it in Daniel’s hands.
“You don’t need to think anymore,” Marcus said softly.
Daniel stared down at the shirt.
His thoughts were drifting.
Marcus spoke again.
“Put it on.”
Daniel obeyed.
His hands moved automatically, pulling the shirt over his shoulders, fastening the buttons neatly.
Marcus stepped forward and adjusted the collar.
“There.”
Daniel felt the fabric settle against him.
His breathing slowed.
His posture straightened without him trying.
Marcus smiled faintly.
“Good boy.”
Daniel repeated softly.
“I obey.”
Marcus nodded.
“That’s right.”
Daniel’s voice sounded distant to himself.
“I obey.”
Marcus spoke again.
“You must wear a suit.”
Daniel nodded immediately.
“I must wear a suit.”
Marcus corrected the collar slightly.
“Good boy.”
Daniel repeated it again.
“I must wear a suit.”
Marcus studied him carefully.
The uncertainty from earlier had disappeared.
Daniel stood straight now.
Still.
Attentive.
Marcus stepped back slightly.
“What is your name?”
Daniel answered without hesitation.
“Daniel.”
“And what do you do, Daniel?”
Daniel’s eyes remained fixed forward.
“I obey.”
Marcus smiled.
“Good boy."
Marcus turned toward the wardrobe.
Rows of perfectly tailored suits waited there.
He selected one and held it out.
“You must wear a suit.”
Daniel nodded.
“I must wear a suit.”
Marcus gestured toward the dressing room.
“Put it on.”
Daniel obeyed.
Moments later he stepped back out wearing the tailored suit.
The transformation was immediate.
Marcus walked around him slowly, adjusting the jacket and smoothing the shoulders.
“Stand straight.”
Daniel obeyed.
“Yes.”
Marcus nodded approvingly.
“That’s my good boy.”
Daniel repeated softly.
“I obey.”
Marcus turned back toward the window.
Outside, the city remained chaotic.
But inside the office everything was calm.
Ordered.
Daniel stood beside him, silent and attentive.
Marcus adjusted his cuff.
Some people spent their lives searching for purpose.
Others only needed someone to give it to them.
Daniel spoke quietly beside him.
“I obey.”
Marcus smiled faintly.
“Good boy.”
Even before graduating college, Braden had started his life as a fully kept and controlled trophy boy to a billionaire. But now that he didn’t have to go to classes, Braden’s daddy knew best how Braden should spend his time while Daddy was at work: more gym time, and additional appointments to look hotter. But, most important, Braden learned that he wanted to be cleaned out and ready to get fucked every afternoon when Daddy got home. Daddy often worked late so Braden learned to wait around, a lot. It’s ok. After all, Braden didn’t really have to be anywhere else, right?
Yes, were so proud to have landed an internship at the firm owned by one of the richest men in the city. You made sure that you dressed up for your first day and made sure your attire was fitted slim and tight. You had done your research and learned that this billionaire boss usually only dated younger male models with tight trim bodies. He went through them pretty quickly, but you saw your “in.” While he might not see you on your first day you planned on dressing to get his attention whenever he might see you.
Success! He saw you on the first day in the hallway, about an hour after you arrived while HR was giving you a tour. He was walking with his assistant but being a brilliant multitasker, he was looking over the workforce as he dictated. You felt his eyes on your trim waist and tight dress shirt. Ha, you thought. He is so predictable. Being a smart boy, you smiled as you began to pass him in the hallway, and he nodded. Here it comes. He looked into your eyes. You locked eyes with him and let his gaze take in your beauty as you worked your way into his brain. It only took a few seconds, but you were inside and had full access to his thoughts. You discovered he was already dating a young model. Ha. That relationship would go away easily. Done. Suddenly this brilliant CEO no longer wanted to date that young man. Two more seconds and a few more tinkering moves and the CEO was suddenly aware that you were his idea of perfection. A short pulse of the power in your eyes and he became infatuated with you. You were his ideal, and he must have you. He knew it in his soul, or at least that’s what you placed into his head. You released him from your gaze and went on to pass him in the hallway. As you walked away from him you could hear the CEO ask his assistant who you were.
You knew it was only a matter of minutes until his assistant reached out at your new desk and invited you dine with the CEO that night. It seems that the big boss wanted to discuss your future and possibly mentor you (but in reality the boss’s intentions were dead set on seducing you to his bed. After all, that is the need he placed in his head). You accept the invitation and agree to meet the CEO at his home at 7pm.
Upon arrival to his penthouse, the boss is nervous and does not want to fuck anything up. You act surprised that the CEO had his personal shopper buy you an outfit for this first dinner. The old CEO would have taken you to dinner dressed as you were at his firm. But, today he knew this date had to be perfect if he wanted to seduce his ideal boy to his bed. Thus, you had to look perfect and he just “knew” he wanted you to look a bit more casual but very upscale. You agreed to go try the ensemble on while he waited, and when you emerged he said “perfect.” You felt that he wanted to take you to bed and claim you right then, but you had a few more thoughts to set. You suggest a glass of champagne before heading out to dinner, and propose a toast.
There you go. Just look into the eyes of the CEO and move a few thing around. Yes, you are now firmly set as his goal, and that goal has changed. He has a strong new awareness that you are meant to be far more than just a boy in his bed. He had the epiphany that he wanted you as his well-kept lover. Yes! Very, very well kept. He would insist that you would not work. You were meant for a life of leisure and he would be happy to share his entire fortune if only you agreed to be his mate. His lover. His boyfriend. His perfect husband. Yes tonight he would propose and give you everything a perfect spoiled husband / trophy would ever need. He saw a perfect shopping list he wanted to tick off as things he wanted you to have right away: a Ferrari, the title to penthouse and so much more. You release your eyes and he blurts out how much he loves and needs you. He sinks to his knees and kisses your hand and proposes. You feign shock and say it’s way too fast. He counters that you could start by dating and asks if you would be his boyfriend. You hem and haw and ask what dating entails as you are just starting an internship at his company. He says you can’t work and date him but tells you that his boyfriend has no need to date and he insists that you don’t. Plus, so you don’t feel as if you are missing out he will give you an salary that will go into a savings account. You feign a “I don’t know” face and he ups the ante… the salary is raised to what his executives make. You nod ok. He then takes his Rolex off and puts it on you. You nod ok as he knows he won the tough negotiation. He takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom where he works hard to please his new master/boyfriend.
Who said you can’t have everything you’ve ever wanted? 1 month later and all is better than anticipated. You don’t work and lead the perfect casual life of the elite. It seems that you and your new billionaire husband have the perfect life. Best of all, he loves looking into your eyes. Good for you.