Uh oh. Dumb dumb lost his way. His gaggle of himbos were on their way to a car washing competition and he saw a shiny object in the distance. He’ll be fine. Attractive idiots always land on their feet. Sometimes on their backs…
Dumb down here, himbos
Your girl suggested a weekend trip to the beach with Dan and his wife. You said yes immediately. Once you were settled in, you and Dan told them you were “going fishing”, ran off to a secluded cove on the beach and did what you did best. When you came back without any fish, you blamed it on a bad day. You wondered if the girls were getting suspicious. You and Dan had done this dozens of times and never once returned with dinner.
It’ll be our little secret
Dumbass was held back by like ten years, but now he’s open season as far as the teachers are concerned. The amount of “detention” this himbo gets is mind-boggling.
He’d pull his shorts up but all the men at the hotel keep pulling them back down so his ass is on show, so it’s kinda pointless. And Himbo wouldn’t wanna do anything to get in the way of their male attention. They love spanking him, groping him, pinching him, finger fucking him, getting on their knees and rimming him. Himbo always giggles when their tongue touches his hole. It tickles.
Dumb down here, himbos
When you wake up and remember what you did last night with that guy from the bar. The shame hits hard, but sooner or later the lust will return. And so the cycle goes.
It’ll be our little secret
What’s a little kiss between soldiers? It’ll be their little secret.
Himbos may be braindead sluts without education, trades or experience, but don’t ever think these bootilicious sluts will be out of work. Their donks got all the education they need.
Dumb down here, himbos
There’s a party downstairs, but you and bro have snuck off to the bedroom for a bit of R&R before you get back to it. Can’t be too long, though. Your girlfriends might start asking awkward questions. Again.
Bone down on bros, huhu
Dawww. Your big dumb boyfriend was looking lost and confused, out here on the beach like a lost puppy. But then he saw you and his face lit up. A puppy finding his master.
Your big dumb boyfriend awaits
This is what happens when you get in too deep with your money-lenders. The bill will catch up with you and if you don’t have the money, you have to find some other way to pay. A long line of men is waiting to fuck your hole and they’ve paid good money to do it. The whole thing will be streamed into the reception room so the fellas can watch each other fuck you to rev themselves up. As you get pounded – you, devoted husband, father of three, coach to the lucky kids’ football team – you’ll realize you have no one but yourself to blame. You can only hope that this one night is enough to pay down your debts. The line of men is long afterall…
Conquer or be conquered
What the fuck were you doing? You had a good girl with a kid on the way, and here you were in Daddy’s apartment, naked and ready to be mounted. And all cause of your little deal. He’d supply all the chemicals you needed to gain more and more muscle, you’d give up your body to him. It made sense, in a twisted way. He was paying for your body; now, he was just making use of his purchase.
But that wasn’t the only reason you let him use and abuse you sexually. Every time he’d call you a “beautiful boy” or “my gorgeous, macho slut” or whatever degrading yet empowering thing he’d utter in his growling voice while he fucked your hole without mercy, it’s like some light went on in your brain and you’d feel… whole, again?
You didn’t want to unpack that. You didn’t want to unpack any of this. Once Daddy pinned you, fucked you and came, you washed your body – pussy asshole and mouth included – with harsh soap, and went home to your girl to pretend like none of this happened. Until next week. Cause next week you’d get your next pin.
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Dustin contemplating Mark’s offer. He told the lunk that if he wanted a piece of the best pussy he’d ever have, then don’t be shy. Now he’s just staring at Mark doing his Romanian deadlifts in his jockstrap and booty shorts and can’t believe he’s actually thinking about it.
Mark can believe it. That earring is very sus.
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Mark in a pair of shorts that accent his fabulously fuckable ass. He’s a shameless slut, clearly. But here’s the thing about shameless sluts – they get dick. Which is why people resent them so much. While women are on Twitter complaining about patriarchy, or gays are in the club bitching about each other, the sluts of the world are out there slaying dick and taking names. Don’t resent my boy Mark just cause he knows what he wants and actually works to get it.
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Coach practices the ideology of permanent-arousal. All of his jocks should feel turned on at all times, no matter what.
Nothing makes a pack of horny young jocks more aroused than playing football in nothing but their straps, shoes and shoulder pads.
If their dicks were allowed to get erect at will, boys would be hella hard. Fortunately, coach keeps them caged up in order to practice the ideology of managed-release. His jocks can cum when he says so, otherwise they’re locked away to keep their testosterone, frustration and arousal at the zenith.
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When a rookie on the cheer squad is a few months into the program and the changes to his mind and body are undeniable.
He still thinks he’s too fat and feminine to fuck, though. Coach will see to that in time. He doesn’t just believe in building up a boy’s physicality – be they jock, cheer or bull – but he also believes in strengthening their minds. In giving them the type of confidence that crosses into arrogance. This cheerboi is gonna find himself looking at his reflection and having no doubt about his beauty, strength and fuckability. If he sticks with the program, that is.
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Jockboi decided to walk back to the frat in the pissing rain. They lost the match, and he blames himself. Coach didn’t tell him to do this; it’s something he feels he has to do. He let the side down, he let his boys down, he let coach down, he let himself down. The lonely, cold walk will help enforce how he can never let it happen again.
Jocks excel. Jocks win. It’s that simple. If he’s not winning, he’s not a jock. And he can never accept that life.
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Coach let one of his jocks-in-training out of chastity for the weekend and he’s already on his third rutting.
It’s still Friday.
The jock program is potent. And you can’t deny the results.
Don’t know if you should feel sorry for Coach’s cheerleaders, or jealous of them.
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Coach got his whole team of jocks at the farm and things got a little out of control. Which is just how coach likes it. Coach is so proud of all his jocked boys. To think, most of them used to be skinny little closeted losers. They’re so lucky to have found the program.
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You’d been studying English lit. You remember that. But, like, why? Or fuck, was it history? Fuck knows, bruh. All you remember is meeting Ashton in the locker room and then suddenly you were buff and horny and fucking dudes. Huhuhu. Sweet, dude.
Nah, wait. You met Coach first, right? Fuuuck. You fucking love Coach! He’s like a dad but better cause you get to fuck around with him. Huhuhu. Fucking Coach with your bruh after lifting.
Lifting, you remember! Holy shit, lifting is life. In the gym twice a day, every day, bruhs. No excuses! Yeah. You don’t remember much, but you remember lifting.
Fuuck. You’re so fucking horny. Coach has got you in a cage to help with your lifting. Makes you stronger. Keeps your testosterone high. You don’t understand all that science shit. Coach is smart, he’ll keep you right. All you know is that Coach says you’re locked, you’re locked. You wanna fuck so bad though. Maybe you can get Ashton to fuck you with a dildo and that’ll make you bust. Huhuhu. Dildo.
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Coach’s jocks owe so much to Coach’s special shakes. Coach has been feeding his boys it for decades and has fiddled with the recipe to make it perfect for hypermasculinizing his boys.
The jocks are good boys, so they don’t question Coach. To them, the shakes – their “jock juice” as they call it – is just a potent protein shake. Sweet vanilla, thick and creamy. It helps get them pumped for the gym and makes them crazy horny. There’s no downside.
And well, the results speak for themselves.
The Team is gonna be fucking unstoppable.
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When it’s a few months into the jock conditioning, and coach’s newest star is ready for the next phase. He’s gonna learn what it means to enjoy his whole body. For these repressed jocks, getting their ass played with is a big no-no. But coach has a foolproof system. No fucking right now, just some good old rimming to start. And the rimmer is the rookie’s mentor, which helps with the discomfort. They’ve spent the past few months intensely bonding.
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I pride myself on how easily I can get “straight” guys interested in my hot tight body. One minute, it’s all, “I’m not into that fruity shit!”, the next they’re eating out my fuckshoot like it’s their last meal.
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After-school bromance taken to its natural conclusion. Geometry homework sucks; way funner to try out all the stuff you saw in porn together.
Won’t they though?
When you find yourself in the clutches of an alpha daddy who’s got you and another boy in a routine appraisal to see if you’re worthy of his stable. “Sell those pussies to me, boys, come on!” said the dom. “You need to be able to make Daddy hard with just a glance of that hole.”
Daddy was gonna pit you both against each other – and he may still – because he only had one space left. But seeing the sheer amount of tasty before him, he may just have to make room for both of you. Lucky himbos.
Dumb down here, himbos
Your sacrifices and devotion to your husband will not go unrewarded. Be a good trophy: stay quiet, passive, submissive, and – most importantly – snatched so this can be you one day, too.
Get motivated, bitch
Of all the many things you love about your big dumb boyfriend, it’s when he automatically flexes as soon as anyone compliments his muscles. Which is often. Cause they’re outrageous. You always love his sweaty pits. Manly. Fun to lick.
Your big dumb boyfriend awaits
When you take a job as a male-only masseur cause it’s the only way you can get male touch without seeming gay. Well, you at least have a good alibi. Even when you spend half the session molesting their asses. The fact that most of the guys ask for a happy ending is just part of the job as far as you’re concerned. Nothing sus at all.
It’ll be our little secret
Good bois don’t much please each other – goodboi4goodboi isn’t really a thing. But, they can certainly band together for the enticement and pleasure of other men, say at a pool party for the local gay football team?
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It was easier than you imagined to convince your “straight” friend to become your personal body-worshipper and cock whore. He frankly begged you for the opportunity. You can’t wait to see the look on his girl’s face when she sees what you’ve done to her boyfriend.
Be like Chad
A graduated jock has come back to see Coach for the weekend. Coach enforces a strict dress-code for his boys when they’re in his home. Observe. A strap, socks and sneakers and, for his non-graduated jocks, their caps. Sexual, masculine, conformist and respectful, this is what you wear when you spend intimate time with Coach.
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A key part of my role as a good boi is to slowly open up the Overton window of sexual possibility for married men, closeted men, men who have never really considered the alternative options. I’m friendly, I’m accommodating, I’m service-oriented but I’m no faggot. I’m not thrusting him into some pressurized situation where he has to be the dom (though if he wants that, that’s also fine). And I take things slow. I take things at his pace, I should say. A drip, drip, drip of greater male-intimacy over days, weeks, even months. All to break the dam in his mind that’s so far prevented him from experiencing the full spectrum of his sexual desire.
And his wife never needs to know.
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A himbo’s clothing choice for Sunday-night football with the guys. He’s yet to face any objections.
Dumb down here, himbos
The face made by the top as he busts in his grateful bottom’s mouth. He always flexes his guns when he shoots his ropes. He just has that unabashed cocky top attitude. The same attitude that makes every bottom weak in the knees. Playtime’s over for now. Time to get back to work.
Obey His rule
Your big dumb boyfriend’s doing his best to take his shirt off. He’s been at it for a few minutes, though. Dumb dumb’s head is so full of meat that he can’t get his clothes over it. Maybe you should help him out, but it’s just kinda cute and sexy to see him struggle. If you wait long enough, he’ll end up tearing it off in a rage and that always leads to amazing sex.
Your big dumb boyfriend awaits
“Flex for me, slut. Show off what I paid for.”
Maybe the muscle-addicted sluts who fall into Daddy’s orbit don’t truly understand what they’re getting into, but eventually they’ll come to realize that Daddy owns their asses. That expensive elixir flowing through their veins gives Daddy rights over their bodies – at least, if they want more. And they all want more. That’s why they prostrate, embarrass and degrade themselves for Daddy. They want more, more more.
Fall into Daddy’s trap
“And you promise it’ll make the itching stop?”
“Would I lie to you?” you said.
“No, dude. I trust you. If fucking me is the only way to get rid of that itch, then do it. The problem goes so deep, bro. Nothing I do can satisfy it.”
“This will satisfy it,” you said as you smacked your eight incher on your palm. “You don’t know it, dude, but your ass has been craving this for years.”
When you visit the specialty men’s underwear store out of prolonged curiosity, and my good boi ass starts working my magic. A kiss and a fondle is enough. You’re sold. That is, ten jocks and a paid Railr account. Good bois aren’t necessarily saints; I need to make a living too.
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