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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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
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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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.
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Bullmeat being herded around a convention center, looking to get a placement at a Barn. The agents are asking him about his strength level, his testosterone, his dick size, his average cumload, his body count, his number of pregnancies caused – intentional or accidental. Things like that. He looks promising, but there are hundreds of other pieces of bullmeat there looking for breeding work. It’s good work if you can get it; it’s a competitive field
It’s milking time
This is the signal from your neighbor that you can come over to fuck around. He sits out on his deck in only his underwear with a cigarette in his mouth. He’s a bad-mannered, angry man in a shitty marriage, and anytime he doesn’t spend at work, he spends at the gym. That’s where you connected with him. You’d been neighbors for a few years now but had otherwise kept your distance. You assumed he wasn’t into guys. You assumed wrong.
One day, he cornered you in the locker room. He knew you were into men. You weren’t exactly shy about having guys over at the weekend, and the pride flag waving outside your property was a bit of a give away. It started with oral, but before long he was fucking you in the ass. He was a total top, of course. Well, for now. You’d see about changing that someday, cause he had one thicc muscle ass that you were keen to explore. Either way, he’d found an outlet for his closeted rage and you’d found a hot motherfucker to spend your Sundays with. Win win.
It’ll be our little secret
“You said you wanted to touch my ass, right?”
“Yeah but… this just feels too gay, bro.”
“Of course it’s gay, but so what? Are you enjoying yourself?”
“Well, yeah, but…”
“And are you turned on?”
“…yeah.”
“Then what’s the problem? Keep massaging it. If you’re lucky, I’ll let you fuck me.”
“Holy shit!”
“Haha. You closeted boys, I swear.”
It’ll be our little secret
You got validation from showing your ass on camera for random men. The more depraved they were, the more validated you felt.. You kept thinking what it would be like to get fucked by one of these men. They all seemed really nice, paying attention to your silly ass and all.
Dumb down here, himbos
“Look, Coach… I got huge!”
There’s nothing more satisfying to jock or Coach than when a jock truly starts to look the part. When the months of training, eating, hypnosis, indoctrination and drugs begin to pay off. Jockboi has completely forgotten who he used to be. Whether skinny, fat, thicc, meek, fem, or just invisible – gone! It no longer matters. All that matters is that he is now jock.
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When you’re all muscle and no brains and all you think about is sex, dicks and more and more muscle. That’s the fucking dream, and sure as hell one way to be a man.
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“That’s it bro, just forget everything you were thinking. I mean, it wasn’t exactly a treatise on political philosophy, was it? You don’t need to think, bro. Look at your body, look at your bulge. You’ve got everything you need. Now just get back in the gym and have another go at your biceps. If you do good, you can jack off again. That’s what you want, right bro? To lift and to cum. To lift and to cum.”
The sort of mantra that feeds a healthy jock’s brain. To lift and to cum, to lift and to cum. That’s what a jock should aspire to. Everything else is a distraction.
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Coach’s bull. He’s in the hotel room with the client – the married woman and her husband who hired this ultra-high T man to impregnate her and gift her his alpha genes. She’s passed out on the bed, utterly fucked by his bull-cock, exhausted from orgasming, her pussy gushing with his enormous load. Her husband is lying next to her, in sheer awe of the alpha’s sex.
The bull can only look at himself in the mirror, in sheer awe of himself.
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The men at the pool catcall and jeer at the himbo, and so the himbo smiles. He’s learned that any attention from men is good attention, so he basks in their raunchy dudeness. He’s well accustomed to men just fondling his ass, giving him a kiss, sticking their fingers in his mouth, and each time it happens, his dim little himbo brain lights up with serotonin.
Dumb down here, himbos
A good boi needs to be flexible, which means he needs to be strong. Flexibility comes from strength. Gotta be able to contort ourselves into all sorts of shapes to accommodate all male desires.
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“Huhu, bro, no! It’s getting chubbed.”
“Then let go of my arm, dude.”
“Eeh, fuuu~”
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There’s being in the closet, and then there’s this. Bros are just on a whole other level.
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Daddy patiently listens to your excuses why you can’t take his dick. That’s “gay”, and you’re “straight.” You’re lucky he is so patient. A less patient man would have given up on your closeted nonsense a while ago. Since despite being “straight”, you can’t stop worshipping this great man. That’s a normal masculine impulse; a healthy respect for alpha men, and a natural androphilia that makes men stronger, not weaker. Daddy’s an alpha, and he wants to shepherd other gay men – even the tediously closeted ones – towards a more alpha expression of their manhood.
So, for now he’s satisfied with blowjobs, cause you’re hot and eager and Daddy likes a challenge, but every man’s patience has its limit.
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“Like this, bro?”
“Yep, perfect.”
“You know I was going fucking hard at the gym. I could shower first-?”
“Nah, bro. I told you you’re perfect.”
“And if you rim me, I’ll stop getting chubbies around other dudes?”
“Oh yeah. Definitely. But I have to go for quite a while. Otherwise it won’t work.”
“If you say so, bro. I need to get control of this shit. It seems I can’t do anything with another guy without getting a boner these days.”
Ah, closeted meatheads. So stupid. So gullible. So sexy.
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Someone just asked the bull his name and he’s trying his best to remember. He really is trying to think. Problem is, he’s forgotten how to think. Good. Thoughts just get in the way. Now he just needs Coach to direct him to the dumbbells so he can continue his session. His memory’s wrecked, but his muscle memory is stronger than ever. That’s how he still knows how to fuck so well.
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Coach loves seeing his bulls waddle to the scale for their weekly weigh-in. Bulls are total tops, except for Coach. Coach is the only one who’s allowed to slam down on those huge muscle asses. Coach is the only one a bull would let do it. That’s power. And Coach needs to ensure his bulls are eating everything he’s telling them to eat. All 7000 daily calories of it. The scale doesn’t lie. That’s control.
Power and control. Necessary to keep these enormous bastions of testosterone in check. Necessary to produce the next generation of high-value breeders. Coach is the only one man-enough to be able to control these men. He’s the only one with the power.
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The bulls are in a league of their own. Coach actually rarely lets them play sports: they don’t have time for it. They spend 12-14 hours a day sleeping, and most of their waking hours are spent gorging on food or lifting extremely heavy weights. Otherwise, they’re on the shitter, or getting milked. That is the life of a bull. And all for Coach to sell their fuck to couples in want of alpha sons. People pay thousands to get cunted and bred by one of these high-T alpha giants. Jocks are Coach’s passion, but bulls are his money maker.
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That’s your sixth meal today, and it’s only 5pm. You can’t remember the last time you were hungry, but that doesn’t matter. All that matters is you’ve got to eat and lift and roid and fuck cause that’s what good bulls do. No. You’ve gotta eat cause Coach told you to eat, and good bulls do whatever Coach says.
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Bruh came round for his daily fuck. He couldn’t resist checking himself out on the way in. It was a good few minutes of flexing in the window before you could drag him to the couch and get the night going. The roided narcissism was real though.
Lose yourself to the pornstar state of mind
He’s trying to remember what to do with this thing. The thought’s gone. He’s been standing there for five minutes trying and failing to think. His muscle dom has been going hard with his conditioning, and he’s upped his gear intake this month. His mind is pretty much fucked, but the important thing is, he’s getting bigger and hornier and manlier. He’s fucking any guy his dom sends over. He still remembers how to do that. If he ever forgets how to fuck, then his dom will know he’s gone too far. By that point it’ll be too late and he’ll drop the muscle sub immediately. What’s the use of a man who can’t fuck? Just find another sub and don’t push quite so hard.
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“I don’t see the problem, bro.” Your gym buddy bent double to look under the shelves. You stared hard at his ass and massaged your dick.
“Oh, there’s definitely a problem,” you said. “The whole thing’s wobbly. Better keep looking.”
“Sure thing. You know I’m always happy to help.” He was big, dumb and kind. It was so easy to put him to use around the house. He was like a puppy, always looking to please. Especially when you mounted his tight muscled ass like a stallion and he fucked back to help get you off. You didn’t know what his sexuality was. Frankly, he was probably too stupid to know. But it didn’t matter. He liked to bottom, and you liked to top. He liked to do stuff for you, you liked to have stuff done. He was a himbo, you were a stud. You were perfect together.
Dumb down here, himbos
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Himbos can’t help it. It’s almost subconscious. He went to stow his luggage, then stopped as he remembered to pull his jeans down a bit to show off his perfect bubble ass. Every catcall, every pinch, every spank validates him and makes his silly head tingle with joy.
Dumb down here, himbos
This fucking roided stud is everything you ever wanted… for your wife. He starts the night off showing off as your little dick thrills, before he fireman-carries your wife to your marriage bed and pounds her till she’s screaming.
The best bit is getting to suck up his huge creamy load as it gushes from her cunt when he’s finally done. Though you also appreciate that he clogs your toilet with a massive dump and pisses all over your sofa.
And all that for only a grand?! You’re one lucky little faggot… or, your wife’s one lucky lady, you mean.
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A year into Coach’s new training program, and you’re transformed. He’s turning you into the ultimate bull, and it’s working. He says you’re his best candidate yet. You’ve blown up to 300lbs of meat and you’re not done. You’re in your room – your pen – waiting for a cheerleader to come round so you can empty your balls. The constant drugs, lifting, bulking and flexing has spiked your testosterone so much, you have to bust four or five times a day. But Coach provides everything you need to keep your dick satisfied. At least for a few hours.
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Just a douchebrah on the hunt for his next lay. Pussy, dick, whatever. It all gets his balls churning.
Lose yourself to the pornstar state of mind
Your wrestling partner’s out and proud. You can’t help but envy him his size and strength, his confidence and masculinity. You fight aggressive. You don’t hold back. You’re not gonna let some fruitcake beat you. You punch him right in the eye. For a second, he seems stunned and you well-up with regret. You figure he’s gonna hit back. Instead, he cups your hairy titty and kisses you deep. Now you’re stunned, and all you can do is let it happen. He tells you that he knows how you feel about him. He knows you like guys, too. You try to deny it, but what’s the point? Your dick’s doing the talking for you. And besides, now you’re making out with your sexy wrestling partner who you’ve been jacking over for weeks.
It’ll be our little secret
When you and bro have gone on a decade-long bulk together and now you can’t even fit in the same car anymore.
Bone up on bros here.
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