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.
Get Jocked.
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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.
Become a man
“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.
Get Jocked.
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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.
Get Jocked.
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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.
Posts for good bois
“Huhu, bro, no! It’s getting chubbed.”
“Then let go of my arm, dude.”
“Eeh, fuuu~”
Bone up on bros here
There’s being in the closet, and then there’s this. Bros are just on a whole other level.
Bone up on bros here
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.
Become a man
“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.
Bone up on bros here
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.
Get Jocked.
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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.
Get Jocked.
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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.
Get Jocked.
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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.
Get Jocked.
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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 ego
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.
Become a man
“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
Artist: Artisticjinsky
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.
Conquer or be conquered
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.
Get Jocked.
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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 ego
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.
Where your hands inevitably go when your wives leave the room. You really need to get another boys-only camping trip organised.
It’ll be our little secret
Just a regular Friday night for these boys. Bro struck out with the chicks at the bar, so stumbled back to the house of his two gay besties and they fucked. Dude strikes out cause he always goes for the hottest chick, every time. They keep telling him that he should aim a bit lower, but he keeps telling them it’s 10s or the boys. Women aren’t worth the hassle unless they’re total bombshells.
Bone up on bros here.
You and your buddy always hang back after practice to get in your bro time. It’s the best part of the day.
Artist: Unknown
Bone up on bros here.
Wrestlers and bodybuilders are one step away from being porn stars. They have the pornstar state of mind at least; aesthetic, victory, sensation, physicality, strength. All this and more occupies the minds of these men. Is it so hard to imagine these wrestling greats taking the next logical step and fucking? Not for me.
Artist: AverageNeighbor
Lose yourself to the ego
You’re all doing your best to hide your boners, waiting for that one het guy to leave so you can get the party started. The guy in the back corner’s about to lose his fucking mind.
Bone up on bros here.
Daddy teaching his protégé what it takes to be a true alpha dom. They’re staring down a cute boi with ass for days. If an alpha wants, an alpha gets. Go and get it bro!
Become a man
There’s nothing sus about worshipping bro’s incredible body. Nothing sus about that at all. You’re both pretty bricked while you do it, so that must mean it’s fine. Bricked is good. Being bricked is totally bro. Homos don’t get bricked.
Bone up on bros here.
Waiting for the guy from Railr to show up. You’ve taken to using cocksuckers on a daily basis. You work from home and your wife has no idea about your new hobby. You always go for the fem ones. The pretty boys. The sissies. They love it. They think their little straight-chasing fantasies are coming true. What they don’t know is that you’re even more turned on than they are. You wish you had the balls to take it to the next step, maybe just kiss one of these sexy guys who look up at you from their knees, but you don’t. Not yet.
It’ll be our little secret
Two of Coach’s bulls burning off their huge reserves of calories playing rugby. They can’t be out too long though. They’re on a tight schedule of eating, cumming, shitting, lifting and sleeping. Still, it’s important to get fresh air, to play sports with the other bulls for the bond, and to use up their energy so it doesn’t turn destructive. Some of the beloved cheerbois are watching so the bulls are flexing to make them swoon. After the game, they’ll each take a cheerboi or two and use their pussies to get milked.
Get Jocked.
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Daily progress shot sent to Daddy to fuel his wank bank. Daddy is particularly keen on glutes; he has his sluts train a minimum of 2 leg days a week. It’s brutal for the sluts but the results speak for themselves. Then, spending 15 hours a week in the gym is brutal but the results speak for themselves. When you’re addicted to gainz, this is the life you lead.
Speaking of, slut’s next appointment with Daddy is in two days. He’ll get his next dose of poison to fuel his growth. He’s hard and leaking thinking about it. Daddy will exact his payment, he knows, but it’s worth it. Your gainz are more important than your heterosexuality.
Fall into Daddy’s trap
Daddy dangles the lure of steroids in front of these damaged men and they cave. They eventually beg to join Daddy’s cult. At first, they sucked him and endured his dick because that was the price for the muscle they craved. Now, they do it cause they love Daddy and his beautiful cock.
Artist: Headingsouthart
Fall into Daddy’s trap
The gay guy at the gym is awful friendly. He keeps helping you with your lifts, and has tons of advice about diet and self-care. One day, on his way out, he pulled down his shorts and gave you this signal. You didn’t know what it meant, but you didn’t care. You were too busy staring at his impeccable ass and straining to keep your boner down. You failed.
Artist: Artisticjinsky
It’ll be our little secret
When bro sets you up with a new VR headset and fleshlight. He told you to just click play. There sure are a lot of dudes. You trust bro, he always keeps you straight. And now the dudes are kissing. And now sucking. And fucking. And you’re hard. It’s not long before you’ve busted a vivid load into your new toy. That was the first time you’d seen gay porn. You press replay.
Artist: Dazswole
Bone up on bros here.
There’s a gay guy at work who compliments your amazing body all the time. You play it off as a joke but deep down you love it. You’ve started dressing sluttier. It works. He takes one look at your perfect ass wrapped snuggly in these pants and starts panting like a fucking hound. It turns you on. You wonder what it would be like to take it to the next level. You’ve never been with a guy, but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it…
It’ll be our little secret
When your Railr pings and the bodybuilder couple next to you show up on your feed. They look you up and down and you nearly bust your nut. You only downloaded the app out of curiosity. Fuck they were hot. But you’re not ready for this shit.
But god damn…
It’ll be our little secret
“Babe, come on!”
You and bro just vibing on another level and your girl’s getting impatient. She wants to leave, you want to spend more time with bro. It’s a pickle. She’s used to you and bro kissing now, but she’s still not happy about it. She keeps saying it’s “weird” and “gay”. You’re just like “pfft”. It’s “No Homo, babe” cause “he’s bro”.
It makes sense to you. It makes sense to bro. That’s why you love bro. The vibes.
Bone up on bros here.
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