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
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
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
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
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
“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
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
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.
Bone down on bros, huhu
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.
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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
The video you send to your lover’s wife after he’s finally agreed to marry you.
I mean, honestly, with an ass that perky and shaven, she should’ve guessed.
Conquer or be conquered
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
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
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
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
Mark’s letting this gym bro explore his beautiful body as slowly and methodically as he wants. The guy hadn’t wanted to do anything at the gym, so Mark invited him round of an evening. That typically meant the guy had some serious intentions. If they were willing to get it on gym-side, then a quick suck-and-duck was usually all Mark could wrangle. But if they wanted to spend time with him in total privacy, well, that was always a good sign.
Mark’s body is a totally open book. Do you know the thrill of being allowed to let go your restraints around sex and desire and to explore a beautiful, masculine body exactly as you want? Mark does. He’s taken enough of these guys down that path to know it perfectly well.
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When a couple of lads go skinny-dipping in the pool, this is kinda inevitable. Boys are just really into butt. Most girls will probably never understand, but if you’re a guy, ass has this irresistible pull: you wanna bury your nose and tongue in there and have a good rummage around.
Won’t they though?
That look your buddy gives you the morning after, before he puts on his wedding ring and goes back home to his wife.
It’ll be our little secret
Mark is well aware he’s supposed to face the other way on the hack squat machine. But he’s also well aware of how intoxicating his ass is to all the slack-jawed gym bros. Hitting squats like this still works his glutes, and he gives the fellas a show. No downside.
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One of Coach’s bulls being prepped for a comp. Coach thinks he has what it takes to win the crown.
Coach doesn’t just train his boys for the sexual thrill, or because he wants to see more jocks making a nuisance in the world – though both are huge parts of his lifestyle and philosophy.
These men are assets, whether bull, jock or cheerleader. Bulls go into bodybuilding and rake in sponsorship money. Jocks get into pro sports and athletics. Cheerleaders can do modeling and exotic dancing. And all three make him a mint selling their bodies. Whether they wanna own and abuse a tight cheerleader boy, have some mutual masc4masc bro time with a jock, or get impregnated by a bull, there’s an army of men willing to hand over big cash for these guys.
Coach has made a lot of money over the years.
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It’s a year since Coach first took you under his wing. A year since you were a shy, closeted, chubby nerd. Now look – the jockification has consumed you. Strong, proud and jocksexual, ready to lift heavy, play hard, fuck right and share your body and soul with your jock brothers.
Tonight, Coach is taking you and the boys out to party. That doesn’t mean you skip your two gym sessions and your two hours of football training, though. You’ve just come straight from the field, not bothering to change cause you know what this pose in this outfit does to the old man.
Seeing you in regulation uniform invariably means Coach is gonna get too excited to focus on anything else. He’s gonna give you a pre-fuck before the partying begins – to get you both to calm down a little.
And it’s all to celebrate the anniversary of you becoming a jock.
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Alone in Coach’s office for your weekly body-check and things got heated. This was the first time he’d kissed you. The signs had been strong. For the past few weeks, you’d both sported boners for the duration of your check-in – both of your hard dicks straining against your little uniforms while coach examined every part of your body. He’d brush up against your dick innocently enough and you’d feel a spasm of pleasure. He wouldn’t comment on it, or on his own raging boner.
But today, it just got too hot. He was assessing your pec development – your boners frotting against each other – and you couldn’t avoid his eyes. He looked at you deep for a second, then went in for a kiss.
You were unsure, but only for a second. You’d only kissed one other boy and that was your jock mentor. This was all so strange for you – whole new frontiers of social and sexual life opening up.
It wouldn’t be long before Coach started taking a real intimate role in your jockification.
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Chad checking on his chicken. He wouldn’t be Chad if he didn’t know how to take care of himself; diet, cooking, the whole shebang. His extraordinary Chad-body is proof enough of that.
Be like Chad
“And women really like this, dude?”
“Oh yeah. Women LOVE a guy in a thong.”
“It’s just really tight. Hard to get off.”
“It’s all looking good from here, bro.”
“I don’t know. It all just feels a bit… a bit, you know…”
“A bit what?”
“Fag.”
“It’s not fag, bro. Now come here. I’ve got this sexy little sparkly crop top with a unicorn hood that your girl’s gonna fucking love, dude.”
Code bros will always help a bro be his sexiest. Factz.
Bro was up for fucking around with his teammate. Excited even. But, when he pulled down his shorts and saw his friend’s boned-up jock, it all got very real, very quick. Bro can still say no, but… why does it feel like there’s no going back?
It’ll be our little secret
Redecorating the den is best done in straps. Then, one of the few things all the packs agree on is that jockstraps are always acceptable den-wear.
Show your pack spirit
I posted this on my college football team’s Facebook page. I didn’t get a single response. Publicly. I got about a dozen DMs from my teammates asking when I’m next free. Now, my diary’s completely booked for the next month. And none of them will ever know. I love that shit.
Posts for good bois
He’s due to be married in two hours, but you made him stop over before the ceremony so you could pound out his pussy and drop a big gooey load in his closeted ass. He may soon be bound in law to a great girl, but you’re the true owner of that ass.
You were the one who picked out his underwear for the occasion.
Conquer or be conquered
Your neighbor signalling to you that he’s going for a ride and wants you to tag along. You’ll drop anything for a chance to fuck his beautiful, manly ass. You almost never get to see him anymore since his daughter was born.
It’ll be our little secret
Dr Daddy Rose can’t be fucked with any of this bisexual bullshit. As far as he’s concerned, bisexualism is a load of wishy washy nonsense that supports the straight-agenda. The more gays the better, that’s this doctor’s prescription. So he set up his practice and promoted himself as helping “confused” men sort out their complicated sexualities. Which he does. Amazingly well. He fucks out any heterosexuality a man has until there’s nothing left but a desperate cock-slut. 9 out of 10 patients agree they’ll never go back to pussy.
Conquer or be conquered
Sex is all signals, and this signal is pretty fucking clear. Let’s hope the dude he’s signalling isn’t a total dolt (or totally straight…)
Won’t they though?
The more muscle you’ve gained, the more masculine you’ve gotten. The more masculine you’ve gotten, the more muscle you’ve gained. It’s a chicken and egg cycle of testosterone concentration. They call you a soldier now. Who? The other masculine zombies. You’re all soldiers. Yeah, you fucking like that. Like it like hard and dripping like it. You feel like a fucking action figure, ready to be played with. Your dick is just hard all the time now. It doesn’t go down, no matter how much you nut, your thick wood is hard and dripping. Drip drip drip. And the more you put aside feminine and childish pursuits, the more it drips.
Mark has his ways for getting all the closeted, self-hating, DL, married, straight, “straight” and repressed men at the gym to give him their attention. Well. He has one way, mainly. He has the world’s most clappable ass. When Mark struts in the gym, none of the fellas can resist a look, and few can resist a shot.
I mean, could you?
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To the laymen it might not look it, but this is just foreplay for what comes later. Rugby is the gayest sport and we all know it.
It’ll be our little secret
What closeted boys are reduced to when fucking their girls just doesn’t cut it any more.
It’ll be our little secret
The one more confident, the other a bit tentative. It’s all new to him, but he’s loving every minute.
It’ll be our little secret
Boys will find any excuse – including no excuse – to whip it out. And ain’t that why we love ’em?
Won’t they though?
Fuckmeat follow big men folk around cause they wanna stick their noses up those big manly cakes and be totally devoured cause they’re such pathetic little pigs. Use that energy against them to get them to do whatever the hell you want.
Abuse some fuckmeat
For Daddy’s sluts, “never skip leg day” isn’t just a dumb broism, but a hard and fast rule they never break. They all learn quick how much Daddy cares about leg day. And they all learn quick why.
If slut here wants continued access to that free juice, he has to make sure he builds something Daddy wants to leave a gaping, cummy mess.
Fall into Daddy’s trap
You use the boy’s mouth and ass like fleshlights. You’re rough and mean, sometimes violent. He loves it. He slurps your manhood. He devours your cum. He worships you, body and soul. And once you’ve bust, you leave him used, slimy and wrecked. He’s just a vent for you. A sexual release you’re not getting at home. Someone who actually gives you the attention and pleasure you crave. Nothing more… Nothing more… Right? You’re not attracted to him. It’s not like you’re gay or any of that shit! You think about his slim waist and perfect, twinky ass. His tight hole and smooth skin. His cute, boyish face and puppy dog eyes. His small, well-formed coc- Fuck! Your dick tingles, despite only coming five minutes earlier. You’ll see him again You always see him again. Eventually.
It’ll be our little secret
This Meatheads chapter is looking for a pack uniform. Something to wear around the den to really connect all the fellas (tankers and flamers). So they’re doing a little fashion show, finding something that works for everyone. This little blue number is really going down well. It’s blue, so the tankers are happy about how masc it looks, and it covers basically nothing so the flamers are happy about that. It also really accents the cock so of course everyone’s happy about that. Overall, this is a winner.
The extra strappy bits are for when it gets a bit chilly.
Flamers and Tankers both welcome
Haha, oh shit. The piece of fuckmeat really thought he’d be able to just suck off a couple of studs and then quietly scamper away, no harm no foul. See, guys like to abuse fuckmeat, but they do not like fuckmeat. In fact, men who turn themselves into cumrags kinda piss real men off.
The fellas are done cumming on the bitch, so now he’s gonna get to spend an hour suffocating under Dan’s rank, sweaty ass. Dan would clean up first, only cleaning dirty assholes is really more of a fuckmeat kinda thing.
Abuse some fuckmeat
Your “straight” neighbor is always keen to do lifts in this position whenever you work out together. You know what he wants, but you refuse to make a move. It’s funny watching him get ever more desperate for your dick.
It’ll be our little secret
A scouter for the Barn spotted this meat at a football convention and intends to make an approach. How does a ten-year contract to breed fertile pussy and earn a dumptruck full of cash sound? Prove you’ve got the T levels we’re looking for, and that life’s yours.
It’s milking time
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