my bisexual fantsay

If you're ever wondering what I mean by that, this guy is pretty much the embodiment of what I'm turning myself into. A huge, jacked, hairy, musky meathead dedicated to growing bigger and stronger every day, and pushing my body well beyond what "normal" people would ever consider attractive. I don't want normal, I don't want conventional attractiveness, I don't want pretty. I want to be that muscle freak in the gym who oozes testosterone, the mass monster who makes otherwise "normal" men start to feel their inner musclepig stir inside them, the huge fucken musclebrute who draws other growth-obsessed beastmen to him so we can push each other further.

When we met, he had me take off all my clothes. We then had a long conversation about what I was feeling and thinking. He fondled my genitals throughout our talk. It felt good and I became very comfortable with him. When I left he said, “We’ll meet again the day after tomorrow boy. Between now and then, I want you to think about what means to be a faggot.”

When I met him again, without being told, I took off all my clothes. He smiled and said, “Good boy.” I told him I thought a lot about what told me to think about. I said, “The word resonated with me. I think I am a faggot. I like helping people. I like when people tell me what to do. I want to be controlled. I think I am a faggot.” He said he thought so too. Then he spanked me and had me suck his cock. After he came in my mouth, he caged me. I didn’t know things like that existed. On our second meeting, I became a caged faggot.