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
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
Oh shit. When the roid cycle really starts hitting and you realize the only thing you’ve ever actually been attracted to is yourself. Oof, this boy’s gonna be a monster. Fuuuu~
Lose yourself to the ego
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
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
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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Like most men, you bought into the delusion that loving, appreciating and fucking other men somehow sapped you of your own manhood. It was feminizing to be attracted to men. But once you finally started – once you let your walls fall down and truly began to engage with other men as a red-blooded man – everything changed. It didn’t suppress your masculinity, it enhanced it. Your love for men only makes you a better, stronger, more virile man. Kissing his bicep only makes you want to grow your bicep bigger. Making him cum only makes you want to cum with him. Letting him fuck you only makes you wanna fuck more. You know now that true masculinity must be homosexual.
Become a man
Mark getting eaten out by a new bro. The dude is losing his mind slobbering over Mark’s bussy. His dick is solid, his precum oozing. He’s lost in the thrill of venting the taboo urges Mark inspires in him.
He’s also not amazing at it, so Mark’s a bit bored. But that’s alright. Mark first awakens homosexual urges in these men, then lets them use his body to practice the craft of being gay. He is the ultimate good boi.
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“You. Locker room shower. Now.”
“Yes, sir,” said Mark.
You want that closet dick, you gotta play their game. Mark was always in control, always running the room, but he was perfectly willing to play along with the delusion that his boys were domming him. A lot of straight-identifying men can only be with another man if it’s clear he has all the power. That he can say no or stop whenever he wants and just leave. That he isn’t expected to reciprocate the “giving” of gay sex. And that’s all fine with Mark. It’s just a game. And Mark always wins.
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Coach has had this piece of meat in the pipeline for ten years now. And the results speak for themselves. The bull program has three central components; never stop eating, never stop lifting, never stop roiding.
Unlike his jock program which includes a system of controlled chastity and orgasm, bulls are allowed to fuck and cum as often as they need. They’re overflowing with so much T that it’s actually dangerous. Bottling it up does no good. So imagine this hunk of mass gooning three, four…eight times a day. Each load thick, ample and potent.
Maybe Coach will send round one of his cheerbois to help this bull with his post-gym nut. Gotta be quick though. Bull needs to nap. Then eat. Then bust. Then nap. Then eat. Then back to the gym. Then bust…
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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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A bull and his bull-in-training taking a shower together. Whether bull, jock or cheerleader, Coach always pairs a rookie and a veteran together. The rookie learns directly from the source how to become the thing he aspires to be, while the vet gets a younger, smaller puppy to boss around, chill with, train, mold, and fuck. And Coach doesn’t have to do the heavy lifting of training every recruit in his Team.
So it’s win-win-win.
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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.
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“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.
Even bulls need a vacation from their lives of eating, sleeping, lifting and cumming. The Barn will give them a few days off every year to recharge, before they’re brought back in house and on schedule. Measured, prodded, assessed to ensure weight, testosterone and cumload are at necessary levels, then the milkings will resume. Gotta extract as much of that potent fertile seed as possible while the beast is young, dumb and full of cum.
It’s milking time
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.
“I don’t know about this,” you pant as your out friend sucks on your nipple.
“Just a brojob. Nothing more. If you don’t like it, I’ll let it go.”
“Fuck…” You struggle to think as he starts to rub your stiffy. The fucker knows what he’s doing. You’ve never been with a man. But just sometimes, the thought would creep into your mind as you jacked, or watched straight porn or looked at other guys in the locker room. You never entertained the thought for longer than a few seconds. Never, until now.
One little blowjob couldn’t hurt…
Right?
It’ll be our little secret
When Daddy strictly forbids fucking between his muscle sluts so they resort to endlessly teasing each other. They’re so pent-up and agitated by the time Daddy gets home from work that they’re desperate and panting for his cock. Just as Daddy likes it.
Fall into Daddy’s trap
DL dude, texting his fuckbuddy where to meet. He’s here with his girl, but when the need strikes the need strikes. And she doesn’t give blowies on-demand. Or ever. And even if she did… Pfft. The boners just come easier when it’s a man’s lips wrapped around his member.
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
“Yeah, babe. This business trip sucks and blows,” you say to your girl as you watch your fuck buddy slap his cock against his palm with a cheeky look in his eyes. “It really sucks!”
It’ll be our little secret
“Bro, there’s no way your chest is that big.”
“Oh yeah!” says the stupid bro at the gym. “I’ll show you, dude.” He takes off his tank to prove how fat his bro titties are.
“Okay, fine. But there’s no way your ass is that big.”
“Oh yeah!”
Bone down on bros, huhu
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
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
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
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
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
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.
Fall into Daddy’s trap
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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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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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
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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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
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
“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
Daddy’s new favorite roid slut taking a picture for all Daddy’s friends. Daddy loves making these whores do depraved or compromising shit when their girls are in the next room.
Fall into Daddy’s trap
It’s inconceivable to a himbo to not be constantly on show. His body is a work of public art. An interactive sculpture. He uses his eyes to beg men to look and touch.
Dumb down here, himbos
Bulls can be the nicest dudes alive. If they’re well fed, well-milked, well-slept and well-lifted, you’ll never find a more happy-go-lucky bro. But when those conditions aren’t met, he’s likely to be angry, short-tempered, and violent. And he’s got that bull strength to carry with it genuine risk.
So, thrice-daily milkings are mandatory. For the ultra high-T bulls, four or even five milkings is necessary. And you can measure the volume of a bull’s typical load in cups. Multiple.
For the jocks and cheerleaders (and occasionally Coach himself) keeping the bulls milked is one of the funnest job they have.
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“You sure have a nice condo for a cocksucker.”
Mark did have a nice condo. He was making bank on OnlyFans. Gave him lots of time and resources to spend at the gym hunting bros for his stable. Like Dylan here. Big, dumb, horny. Easy to seduce, easy to manipulate.
Dylan didn’t wanna get down at the gym, so Mark invited him home. The privacy and intimacy of his luxurious bachelor pad was a great place to bring down the defences of a “straight” guy who wanted nothing more than to have another dude’s lips wrapped around his manhood. Except, maybe, to have another dude’s asshole there instead.
They’d get to that. For now, he’d give this lunk the best blowjob of his life and wait till he got a text asking for a second go. Such a text was inevitable.
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Mark just gave up his hole to this gym daddy and now he’s getting the usual spiel.
“You tell anyone about this, you’ll fucking regret it!” “I don’t wanna see your fag ass around here again, slutting it up like some dirty whore!” “Just cause I fucked you don’t make me gay. Let’s get that fucking straight!”
Sure thing, daddy. Mark might’ve believed it if this wasn’t his third time round the racetrack.
Poor closeted daddies hopped up on roids and desperate to bust.
Fun though.
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Bullmeat on sale at a cattle show. If a Barn thinks a bull is more valuable being sold off to another Barn rather than as an earner in-house, then they’ll put him up for auction. How could this man not be a good earner, you ask? Just remember that Barns have hundreds of men just like this in their systems. From their perspective, this bull is nothing special. He may be able to bring in a quick mil for the Barn, though. Help with cashflow.
It’s milking time
You’d been making eyes at this big brute all night. You were out to your friends and family, so he knew your deal… and he kept returning your glances. Which could only mean one thing. You made a subtle nod to the bathroom. Three minutes later, he came in, stripping down and chubbing up. He started saying this, that and the next thing, but you put a finger to his mouth and proceeded to give him his first gay blowie. It wouldn’t be the last.
It’ll be our little secret
Being a carpenter was great. You got to work with your hands, feel satisfied in your labor, and meet all sorts of people. Namely, wives, husbands and single-folk home during the middle of the day. They all wanted to buy what you were selling. Maybe it’s cause you dressed so provocatively. A manly slut. And commando was a must. Maybe it’s cause you were so forward in your virile desire. Maybe it was just your raw masculine magnetism. Either way, you couldn’t remember the last time you had a job with a sexy client where you didn’t end up pounding their hole on your coffee break. It’s just your top privilege.
Obey His rule
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