Hur fitbit is connected to hur boyfreind’s phone so he always knows exactly how much calories she’s burning. If the number is too low for his desire, she’ll be getting punished with smacks and food deprivation when he gets home. How else is she gonna lose those last five pounds?
Get motivated, bitch
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
A top getting off on how his dick alters another man’s body. Seeing the feeder struggle to breath while his dick pushes agsint his adam’s apple from within is bringing him to his edge. He’s about to bust, but he wants this to last. He’ll cum down the feeder’s throat but stay lodged in there. Recharge for another go.
Obey His rule
“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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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
Cause he’s a good guy, he wears a rubber before he takes a nap so he can catch all his wet dream gunge. It’s a treat for you. A treat you’ll have to earn, faggot. If you can successfully gulp down bro’s post-nap piss – no spilling! – then he’ll let you lap up the cum from the condom like the depraved dog you are. If you fail, then he’ll smear the cum on your face and you’ll have to wear it home. It’s always impressive how creative bullies can be with their fag incentive programs.
Kneel, bitch
Dude’s Grindr picture. He originally displayed himself as a mean douchebruh top because it made him feel less uncomfortable seeking sex with men. Now he’s long out the closet. He just does it cause bottoms respond so positively when he does.
Obey His rule
You’ve just finished the morning’s gym sesh and are driving to one of your cumdump’s houses to dump some cum. You’ll get your lunch there; a couple of steaks washed down with a large protein shake, so long as the muscle-worshipping little bitch bought what you told him to. You’ll take a nap while the fuckmeat rims you to sleep, then back to the gym for the afternoon sesh. And so the cycle goes. The more you lifted, bulked and roided, the more you needed to cum. It left little time for anything else. It’s good to have an army of subs paying all your bills. That way, you and your boyfriend can spend all your freetime together. And there was no jealousy between you. He was doing the exact same thing on the other side of town.
Abuse some fuckmeat
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
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
“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
You were a bit upset after this wonderful top fucked you then split. Yeah, the sex was outstanding, your hole’s still buzzing, but you’d hoped to get to know him a bit better now that you’d both cooled down. But why? You think he’s got time for cuddles and chitchat after he’s bust. He’s a top, tops are men, men’ve got shit to do. Like get to the gym to become harder, stronger, cooler. Bottoms are meek and stupid so will struggle to understand, but a top never “cools down”. He’s already on Railr looking for another pussy for his heat.
Obey His rule
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
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
Your gym has a policy that fuckmeat is welcome IF it makes itself known at all times. That way, you and the other fellas know who to harass, fondle and fuck when the feeling strikes. Obviously you don’t want fuckmeat in the gym pretending it was equal with the men, but so long as it knows it’s inferior, it can stay. Men want fit, lean fuckmeat anyway.
Such pro-fuckmeat policies have been extremely popular with the fuckmeat themselves. They’re prancing around the gym in their jockstraps, happy as can be, baiting the men to use and abuse them.
Abuse some fuckmeat
Mark will always go for the alpha. He likes a broad swathe of men, but he can never resist the lure of a king. Watching this 250lb slab of testosterone completely dom the fuck out of some bitch on the gym floor tells Mark everything he needs to know.
It will take a few weeks of seduction, but sure enough, this alpha will end up in Mark’s bed slam-fucking his well-honed fuckhole into oblivion. And if alpha wants to sit his magnificent ass down on Mark’s face – this time bare – then Mark will have no qualms. Rimming a slab of testosterone until he can’t take it anymore and busts a huge nut is one of his specialities.
My boi has a lot of specialties.
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“Yeah, take it, fag! Take my fucking alpha dick!”
“Yes, sir!”
Ah, gym bros. Mark was well acquainted with their ways. Dustin here had started buggering him a few weeks back. It made him chuckle to think they were in control. That they had a handle on the situation. Mark was in control. Completely. Any ground given was ground he could recover at a moment’s notice. He played the part of a submissive gay boi for the men who needed the cope. It only mattered that Mark got his prize: the rich creamy dessert. The ends justified the means.
And the slurring? It pissed him off when done without his consent, but when a dude “earned” the right to say it – when he really topped the shit out of his bussy – he could let it slide. He knew that a lot of closeted men slurred the objects of their attraction to deflect their own insecurities. Freudian and irritating, but typical. As if this hunk of douche was any less of a “fag” with his dick firmly up Mark’s beautiful, manly ass.
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A piece of Party propaganda plastered across the cities in Homolania. The message is clear to the mind-fucked citizens: strength is glory, weakness is degeneracy.
Which side are you on?
It’s not a question that needs considered. The homocitizenry is beyond thinking at this point. But propaganda isn’t about thought. It’s about acceptance. The homocitizen is fed a message, and he swallows it as willingly as he’d swallow a cock. Every thing the Party says is truth. That’s the only thing everyone knows for sure. If the Party says it, it is true. If the Party says it, it is true. If the Party says it…
This image isn’t captioned. The men see the image of a muscle-bound arm and understand it is desirable. They see an image of a skinny arm and understand it is wrong. Immoral. All men attend the gym. It’s not law, only universal custom. But following this campaign, gym attendance across the country went up by 15% – men taking their workouts from 5 days a week to 6. The sale of roids also spiked. Most men would look in the mirror, compare their arms to the model in the poster, and feel a burning need to dose. No man – not a single fucking one – can stomach being the pencil-armed weakling. In Homolania, every idol of culture, society, and power is muscular. Muscularity is the cornerstone of masculinity, and masculinity is the only value worth pursing. That is law.
Must get bigger. Must get stronger. Must get bigger. Must get stronger. The Party does not recognize body dysmorphia or bigorexia or any other foreign concept that seeks to valorize weakness. If a homocitizen looks in the mirror and does not see an Adonis staring back, he is failing in his duties as a proud androphile of the State. He should feel bad. Party propaganda serves only to spread “truth”. The truth may hurt, but in the long term, the men of the realm will be stronger for it. No pain, no gain, boys. Now fucking lift.
Time for a lesson in dogma
How wrestling is played in the hinterlands of Homolania. It doesn’t stop at pinning a guy. Once you’ve secured your masculine superiority, you take your prize. That’s just the way it is with these country boys.
Officially, the Party says all men are vers and there’s no shame in bottoming. Which is how most men live their lives, most of the time. But realistically, men still recognize the truth of sexual conquest. To take a man’s hole and use it as your cumdump is a sign of dominance and control.
The spectators watch with pride, lust, envy, awe. These strong gay men are the pinnacle of Homolania and its values. The State glorifies strength, virility, androphilia, and sex, and wrestling topless in the mud and rain is the perfect summation of that. The young men and boys in the audience are learning all the right lessons about how to be a man, how to relate to men, and how to make the Patriarch proud.
But it’s all a game. A way for men to vent their testosterone in a safe and entertaining way. And though it might seem like rape – an act more akin to animals in the savannah, than men in civilization – it doesn’t seem that way to the men involved. A well-adjusted man accepts his loss and its consequences. He’ll take the top’s dick without ego, and strive to get stronger, better, manlier, so that next time, he’s on top.
And in the meantime, he’ll enjoy the sex. To be mounted and fucked by a more virile man is not a source of shame in Homolania as it is throughout so much of the world. To take his masculine energy is a sign of strength in itself. And a sign of beautiful androphilia. You – as a strong and just citizen of the State – want his manhood in you, close to you. To feel his hard cock plough in and out of your body brings you closer to the collective manhood of the State.
Time for a lesson in dogma
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