Foolproof

Aww, look how happy he is being Daddy’s slut. See? They act like they hate it at first; like being Daddy’s fuck-doll for a shot of gear is some horrible burden. But sooner or later, Daddy gets through and they start to love it. They know that pleasing Daddy gets them more gear, and so they begin to associate his pleasure with their gainz. It’s why this works, why Daddy’s plan is so foolproof.

To be clear, Daddy doesn’t care much if his sluts enjoy themselves or not. He’s doing this for his pleasure, not theirs. Still, doesn’t hurt.

You go to church!

You’re married to a great woman and have three kids. You’re a personal trainer with a successful business. You played football in college. You take an active role in your community. You go to church!

And here you are, waiting for your Daddy, wearing the slutty underwear he sent over yesterday. All you really want is to be Daddy’s good boy. And more and more shots of Daddy’s anabolic poison.

Fall into Daddy’s trap

Like a gay dude

The video you take of the homophobic cunt who beat up your younger brother as he was coming home from a gay bar. You’re gonna post this on all your socials, and make sure everyone around town knows what he did. Funny thing; once he got over his initial hesitation at sucking your dick, he started lapping away at it like… well, like a gay dude.

Conquer or be conquered

Suds and spanks

Post-gym showers with bro are the beeeeest, fuu. Bro has some serious donk from all that hack-squatting and it needs some serious attention after the fact. Suds and spanks, bruh, suds and spanks! Huhu. When you’re all clean and dried, you’ll each rub one out then play some Mario Kart. Bro-day is best day.

Bone down on bros, huhu

Men punish me

Men punish me for being the object of their desire. I’ve fashioned my body into the perfect playground for them to enjoy themselves, and that angers them. They take out their aggression and resentment on my bussy, and my mouth, and I thank them for it. It motivates me to work that much harder, to become that much more fuckable.

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Sir has standards

A bunch of trophies, hoping that Sir will pick them. He’s rich and powerful, they’re young and lean. But they could be leaner. Sir likes them sharp, strong and regulated. They’ve all been eating nothing but chicken breast and kale for the past six weeks in an attempt to scrape off any remaining fat. They know how much Sir hates fat. So unseemly, so disregulated, so bloated. Sir has standards; you either meet them or you fail. These sluts are about to find out who among them is a failure.

Get motivated, bitch

Home from college

When you return home from college and you and your dad quickly fall back into old habits. If only you didn’t have to resort to coming down to the basement at 2 in the morning to do it.

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Be a buddy

The end goal of all gym bros. Including being butt-naked and ass-up in the locker room. He just wants the other fellas to give his donk some compliments, maybe a light spanking. Be a buddy, help him out.

Bone down on bros, huhu

Wee Tony

What you see on your first day at the Big Daddy Construction Company, Ltd. in Poundtown. That’s Wee Tony on the left. Trust me, you don’t wanna see Big Tony. Unless you do.

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Keeping it tight

See, isn’t it better being a mindless trophy, keeping it tight for Sir? He takes you all over the world on his business trips, and you only eat (meagerly), drink (intentionally) and wear (whorishly) the finest things. All that destructive behaviour that was destroying your own body; the gorging on sugar and fats and booze. You were getting fat, and ugly, and unfuckable. Sir came along and saved you. He saw something special in you, hidden under 20 pounds of unregulated bloat. He trained you down to waist size men actually want and now, you can forget those wasted years of fatness, and be the beautiful, brain-dead trophy to a great man. So bend over, boy, cause this life doesn’t come free.

Get motivated, bitch

Boy knows what he wants

When the himbo shows up for his first day of work at the construction site. Boy knows what he wants and he ain’t wasting time. No one got much work done that day… or any day. Maybe this is why construction jobs always drag on.

Dumb down here, himbos

His tremendous strength

Your big dumb boyfriend likes to put his tremendous strength to good use. He moves furniture, does the gardening, carries you to bed, fucks you so hard it feels wrong (but also kinda right). And he does it all with a smile and a jockstrap. No wonder all your friends are jealous.

Your big dumb boyfriend awaits

Tired

Caught by your son at a pride parade. You could have pretended you were there to support your out-buddy, but you were tired of the mask. Tired of being careful. Tired of being in the closet. You took your lover’s hand and introduced him as your boyfriend. Which then lead to the interesting conversation of why your son was also at the pride parade…

It’ll be our little secret

Just a slab of meat

Coach’s proudest achievement. Now just a slab of meat; no thoughts, desires or opinions. He just lifts what Coach tells him to lift, eats what Coach tells him to eat, and fucks who Coach tells him to fuck. The fate of every bull who has the follow-through to make it.

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Your priority is him

Making the final preparations before master returns. You’ve not eaten for two days, ever since he stormed out in (justified) anger at your obesogenic bullshit. He said you were getting fat, you were getting ugly, you were getting lazy. And he was right. This two-day fast has really cleared your head, made you put your priorities straight. Your priority is him. For a moment, there was a slip, a blip, a glitch. You put food before him and you paid the price. Never again. You called him in total supplication, promised you’d never fuck up again, that you’d stick to diet and achieve your (his) body goals. That you’d never disappoint him again. And he agreed. You’d never felt happier. He said he’d be round to slam your cunt one more time before he made a decision to dump your ass or not. You waxed, you cleansed, you put on his favorite jockstrap, and now you just wait with bated breath before he comes back into your life and decides the course of the rest of it.

Get motivated, bitch

To get all sticky like

“Sorry for rubbing up on you like that, bro. Didn’t mean for things to get all sticky like.”

“Don’t worry about it, bro. It happens.”

“Cool, sweet. If you ever wanna get, like, sticky back, just fucking go for it, dude.”

“Yeah?”

“Bro, whenever! Rub up on me, dude. I don’t care.”

“Cool. Thanks, bro.”

Bone down on bros, huhu

Not even close

The egosexuality got this guy good. He films himself on the daily now. Not to upload for clout or money (though he does that too), but just to stare at. He jacks off to the clips of himself stripping, busting one out when his Chad-dick gets unleashed from his pants and slaps against his rock hard abs. He’s never met anyone hotter than himself. Not even close.

Lose yourself to the ego

Sticky is good

Four beers in and you’re playing with bro’s fartbox as usual. It’s just so, I don’t know, cool. Yeah, cool. Bro’s got a phatty, kinda like a chick, just different. More muscle, more shape, fuck who knows. It’s just cool. You’re always pretty sticky after groping bro’s donk for twenty minutes. And sticky is good.

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The perfect playground

Daddy has all his buddies coming over for the evening, and you’re the entertainment. As ever. It’ll start with stripping, lap-dancing, massaging, then onto the main event. Your cunt’s not fully recovered from last weekend, but Daddy’s word is law. And man does he enjoy showing you off to his friends. Your body is the perfect playground for the fellas, permanently stressed, under-sexed and raging with testoserone but nowhere to put it. Except on weekends, when they can put it in you.

Fall into Daddy’s trap

Both predator and prey

There’s nothing accidental about how Mark operates at the gym. It is his hunting ground. A terrain where he is both predator and prey. He lays himself out, open and bare for men to leer and feast, while he also prowls and hunts and preys on the unsuspecting alpha bros he wants to claim.

Mark and all his Gym Bros

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Good little sheriff

“Hey, no touching. Did I give you permission to touch?”

“No, sir.”

“No. Now you get back to work like a good little sheriff, and make sure to be at my place on time tonight, boy.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good boy. And make sure to wipe that cum off your lips. Wouldn’t want your men to see that, I bet.”

Conquer or be conquered

And for what?

All that work you’ve put in. The tireless leg days, the careful dieting. The tanning, waxing, bleaching. The daily dildo practice and Kegal exercises. And for what? The closeted top you met on Grindr warmed up on your mouth, played with your hole for a bit and then fucked you for a quick eight minutes before he blew his load in and on your ass. He left with just a “Thanks. Nice hole. Catch ya later.”

You feel used, dirty and sore. But you kinda like that. You could go after the out-tops who might be a bit more generous with their time and interest. Who might treat you like something other than a toy to bust on. Who might not be overcome with feelings of shame and regret in their post-cum clarity. But you don’t want that. You like being used as a cumdump for a guy who’s going to go back to his girlfriend and never think about you again. You wished you didn’t, but the thought of a guy like that got your bussy quivering. You opened up Grindr again. Huh. A married soldier who just wants a hole to fuck but he’s definitely not gay. Yeah, yeah. Handsome enough, decent dick. Perfect. You tell him when and where and go clean the other guy’s cum off.

It’ll be our little secret

It’s my pleasure

“You treat me so sweet, boy.”

“It’s my pleasure, Daddy.”

He flinches slightly at the word.

“Do you not want me to-”

“No. I mean yeah. I like it. I want you to call me daddy.”

“It’s my pleasure, Daddy.”

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A good boss

A good boss tailors his rewards and punishments to the individual. For a gay guy like this, he’s got just the thing. When he does well, tge boss gives him some sugar. When he does bad, he denies him the privilege to sniff his underwear for a week. This employee’s productivity is up 38% since he implimented these incentives.

Conquer or be conquered

The little loca

You were so ashamed of the little loca your mom brought into the family. Why couldn’t he be a top like you? When teaching, teasing, bullying and ignoring didn’t do anything to change the loca’s behaviour, you had to accept that he was just naturally femme, and that was that. Might as well use him to bust a load when pussy is scarce.

Obey His rule

Bull’s snack

This is the bull’s snack between breakfast and brunch. He’s switching on Coach’s hypno files that he sent over. Just like yesterday. He’s on an exacting schedule. How else is he gonna build the body of Coach’s dreams?

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Fitbit

Hur fitbit is connected to hur boyfriend’s phone so he always knows exactly how much calories she’s burning. If the number is too low for his liking, she’ll be getting punished with slaps and food deprivation when he gets home. How else is she gonna lose those last five pounds?

Get motivated, bitch

Total puppies

Your big dumb boyfriend waiting exactly where you left him. You went to get changed into your cuntiest lingerie and now he pines. It was just two minutes ago, big guy, don’t worry. All big dumb boyfriends are total puppies.

Your big dumb boyfriend awaits

To fear and arouse

The enforcers of Homolania are chosen for looks, loyalty and adherence to the regime. Their bodies are honed and synethic, their dogma absolute, their love for Daddy unquestioned. They patrol the cities and backwaters of the all-gay state in their leathers, dressed in equal parts to fear and arouse. All part of the Party’s agenda of hyper- and constant-sexualization.

Time for a lesson in dogma

A transfer of male power

You know, it’s so hard to explain to women what’s going on here. It’s a transfer of male power from bottom to top, a transfer that can be exchanged at any moment with some flip-flopping. He gives his masculinity to his buddy, his buddy gives it back. It’s a pivotal part of how men relate. That’s it. It’s not gay!

And for some reason, women have a hard time understanding that.

It’ll be our little secret

If your wife didn’t know better

You’ve changed a lot in the last year. The muscles, the beard, the tan, the tanline. If your wife didn’t know better, she’d think you were one of those faggots who’re constantly frolicking on the beach.

She tells you that one morning and your heart drops, your mind goes blank. Is this it?! Is this the moment of truth at long last?!

Then she laughs it off and says she does know better. She’s just glad you’re taking such good care of your health and beauty these days. It certainly makes you a cut above all her friends’ husbands. They’re all fat slobs.

“Yeah. Maybe the fags are doing something right,” you chuckle, as she leaves the room.

“They sure know how to fuck,” you don’t say.

It’ll be our little secret

Who’s in?

The Cerise boys are doing fundraising for their all-bottom pack. They go to the local gay gym and offer up their pledge’s beautiful ass. $20 for a 2-minute rimjob – who’s in? The queue of drooling tops send the money without much thought before sinking to their knees and burying their faces into his hairy, muscular, manly, superior hole.

The tops are such ass pigs that the 2 minutes feels like 2 seconds. They moan and whine into his ass, unwilling to leave. “You can suck on his ass for as long as you want, man,” says the Cerise jock in charge of the fundraiser. “Just gotta pay up.”

Cerise leaves the gym 1000s of dollars richer that day. The pledges got to takes turns having their holes worshiped by the grateful dog tops, which was fun for them. It really gave them a taste of the bottom-power that Cerise was built on.

Show your pack spirit

Bottoms up

The resident throat

When all the guys in my apartment block know me as the resident throat. At any time of the day, one of these big dicked tops, feeders, DL husbands, or single straight guys will come round and fuck my throat. I love being of service, of course, and I will always show that dick and its owner the best time I can, but you know fellas, you could buy a guy a drink some time!

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