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.
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~
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.
Two years ago he was shy, closeted, and invisible. Coach saw something special underneath. His handsome face hidden under folds of fat; his androphilic lust hidden under layers of repression; and his thirst to prove himself and to become someone special.
Coach got him started on the spirals, gave him his fool-proof diet and exercise regimen, and introduced him to his new jock mentor Brad. Now look at him. Perfectly sculpted, horny as sin, and jocksexual as it gets, gooning out on camera with his fellow jocks. He proudly shows off his football gear as a reminder to himself just how far he’s come.
“You wanna be a jock like me? Join the program, bro.”
There’s no better propaganda than success. What man doesn’t want this? If all it costs is your individuality, your independence, and your heterosexuality, then so be it.
Bull’s on his third milking of the day. One of the jocks is there, slobbering on his manhood. Bull takes a selfie to send to the other bulls. They’re getting milked too, so the sheer size of his pump is gonna help them bust mega loads.
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.
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.
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.
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.
He’s a year into the program, and jockboi just can’t fucking believe the results. The daily gym grind, the supplements, the bulking, the chastity, the weekly check-ins, the sacrifices he’s made – it was all worth it. He’s now fully and truly a jock. He’s only gonna become more powerful.
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.
Just a couple of all-American bros. You love to show off together; flexing is your main past-time. The girls go wild, so do the guys. Which suits you just fine. Like all good American bros, you practise chicks on the beach, dicks in the sheets.
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.
Look at this champion. It’s the eve of his graduation. Tomorrow he’ll be permanently uncaged by Coach. His dick will be free and with it, he will be free to live his life how he chooses. He sends another flexing video to Coach. Coach didn’t ask him to, tell him to; jockboi just wants to. It feels right.
Jockboi’s been on the program for four years. He started a scrawny, shy nerd. Besides a couple of awkward handjobs in highschool, he’d never been with a man. Then he was pulled into the world of his would-be mentor, who brought him to Coach, who saw the potential, and how got him started on the path to becoming a champion.
Tomorrow, that path will be complete. Coach has spent four years moulding him. Nightly jock files that have warped his mind in the interests of masculine orthodoxy and jock groupthink. Daily gym sessions to hone his body into the artefact of masculine excellence it has become. A caged cock to control his sexuality until it’s exactly to Coach’s liking. And immersion in an intimate brotherhood, the Team, with whom he shares everything and would sacrifice everything.
When he graduates, jockboi will pursue his own destiny. Endless paths will be open to a man of such strength, grace and confidence. Coach will support him in what he does, so long as jockboi continues to be a proud member of his tribe within Jock Nation. Jockboi will always have a home with Coach and his boys, his Team. And jockboi will be sorely missed if he chooses to leave.