trophy boy

Just being so easy to control that anything my tist says becomes the truth. They could snap their fingers and say "it's normal to be completely empty and slutty" or "it's normal to masturbate when you're talking to me" and my mind would just mold itself around that suggestion. Of course its normal! I've believed this all my life, haven't I?

He hadn’t quite realized it yet, but he could feel himself drifting closer to the action, step by step, like his attention had an easy way of taking over.

As he got nearer, he noticed his body tensing and relaxing in little waves, and he let his concentration settle on the scene for a moment, without pushing it.

Then, almost without thinking, he ended up in a position that left his jockstrap on display—more than he’d planned, and exactly where everyone could see.

He stared at the screen for a second longer, and it didn’t feel like a decision so much as a fit for the moment. And honestly, it felt good—being on display the way the boys on the screen always seemed to be.