In the beginning, I remember asking him, “Why are you doing this to me?” he responded, “The better question boy is, why are you letting me do this to you? Answer that one and you’ll have the answer to yours as well.” Up until that point we were just playing, but then I realized it was all happening because I was a faggot.
I needed all of it and he he was only too happy to fill my need. I do think he cultivated a bit of it, but I’m a caged and collared fag, who cares what I think

















