Your inner frat boy is beginning to surface. Picture yourself lying flat on a bench, ready to grasp

Your inner frat boy is beginning to surface. Picture yourself lying flat on a bench, ready to grasp the weight of a barbell in your hands. Your bros surrounding you, cheering you on. Your arms are shaking under the weight, with each rep your mind falls deeper into the abyss. So far that you are unaware of the headphones that have now appeared. You have been plugged in, rewired into the network of frat bros, a pledge that you consented to as soon as you lifted that barbell.

Another rep causes your body to explode with muscle, inflated pecs come along with an inflated sense of pride that your bros cannot get enough of. The forced expression you make as every muscle fiber in your body contracts to lift the weight is all too familiar to your bros. 

On your third and final rep a spark of unknown desire is lit deep within you. You imagine a ball of malleable flesh that changes as you explore these deep desires. If you strip the muscle away from your beefed up body, remove the headphones and stare in the mirror, what do you see? A man? A boy? No! A faggot. You can try desperately to be something you’re not but this ball of flesh will always form into something of a meaty shaft, surrounded by veins with a  sticky tip ready to plunge deep into your jockboy ass.

You begin to realize what you’ve been wanting this whole time is surrounding you, a group of horny muscle bros, dicks twitching, balls churning with hot potent cum ready to get sucked by a guy just finishing his last rep on bench press.