Pluto

Cant get over the idea of boxing forcemasc. Joining a boxing gym and it being mainly bigger built men, feeling insecure with how tiny you feel in comparison. An older trans guy taking you under his wing cause he knows what it's like to start boxing for the first time. He tells you to cut your hair shorter, maybe even a buzz cut, it's just easier that way. He practically becomes your personal trainer, guiding you in the ring, recommending meal plans, even starting to spar with you late into the night when no one else is there. He doesn't go easy on you but always patches you up afterwards maybe even being a little to touchy while cleaning the blood off. He sees you when you admire his body, he trains shirtless just to see your face as you gaze over his top surgery scars, barely visible under his pecs. He praises you constantly 'you look so handsome' 'damn your muscles are getting huge' 'I bet your getting big elsewhere too'. He helps you take your t shots and insists on comparing sizes just swearing it's a thing that bros do. He gropes you're pecs saying you won't need top surgery at this point they're all muscle. You don't even realise how weird it all is until he's fucking you with his strap in the changing rooms of the gym, 'made my own perfect good boy didn't I, barely had to do anything, you just let me turn you into my own little himbo. You're muscles must make you dumb."