For most of his life, he’s thought of himself as hot shit. State camp, big man on campus - an alpha in a world of betas. But now that he’s been properly trained, all that is behind him. When he looks in a mirror, all he’s allowed to see are his imperfections, his body that is never quite good enough for my exacting standards. He knows that his only purpose is to be my perfect muscle toy, and he spends his days working to turn himself into an object of desire.
Such a good jocktoy.