“You treat me so sweet, boy.”
“It’s my pleasure, Daddy.”
He flinches slightly at the word.
“Do you not want me to-”
“No. I mean yeah. I like it. I want you to call me daddy.”
“It’s my pleasure, Daddy.”
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Getting in your daily bro kisses after the gym. All bros agree: kissy-time is best time.
Bone down on bros, huhu
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
A father’s duty to teach his sons how to fuck. This isn’t some disposable, irrelevant afterthought. Sex is the whetstone of a man’s virility. He needs to fuck to know how to man. Dad’s – good dads – know this, and they strive to foster it.
Of course, dad wants some action too. He’s all man, after all.
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That look your buddy gives you the morning after, before he puts on his wedding ring and goes back home to his wife.
It’ll be our little secret
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.
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Oh fuck! The roids have completely addled his brain. He’s roided out. He doesn’t even know what he’s trying to do. At this point in the program, a coach is no longer a benefit but a necessity. Coach is now his full-time carer.
Worth it though. Look how fucking good he looks.
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When it’s senior year and you’re so thoroughly jocked that there is no going back. This is you now. You will die a jock. You wake up everyday, thankful to Coach for having seen something special in you that you couldn’t see yourself.
You wished you could jack thinking about it, but your dick’s caged up. You’re in the chastity part of your sexual cycle. You’re used to it now: it’s fine. It’s that pent up sexual energy that’s gonna make you kill it in the gym and on the field today. It’s all part of the program. And no one knows better than you how effective the program is.
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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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Alone in Coach’s office for your weekly body-check and things got heated. This was the first time he’d kissed you. The signs had been strong. For the past few weeks, you’d both sported boners for the duration of your check-in – both of your hard dicks straining against your little uniforms while coach examined every part of your body. He’d brush up against your dick innocently enough and you’d feel a spasm of pleasure. He wouldn’t comment on it, or on his own raging boner.
But today, it just got too hot. He was assessing your pec development – your boners frotting against each other – and you couldn’t avoid his eyes. He looked at you deep for a second, then went in for a kiss.
You were unsure, but only for a second. You’d only kissed one other boy and that was your jock mentor. This was all so strange for you – whole new frontiers of social and sexual life opening up.
It wouldn’t be long before Coach started taking a real intimate role in your jockification.
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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.
Bro was up for fucking around with his teammate. Excited even. But, when he pulled down his shorts and saw his friend’s boned-up jock, it all got very real, very quick. Bro can still say no, but… why does it feel like there’s no going back?
It’ll be our little secret
What closeted boys are reduced to when fucking their girls just doesn’t cut it any more.
It’ll be our little secret
The married dad who “prefers the company of men”. He gives you a little wink, a wee pout, and once the missus is gone with the kids, you’re face down in his sheets getting the best pounding of your life.
You spend the next hour straddling his lap, making out slow and deep. Until her car rolls up into the drive. He sighs.
“So you’ll take the landscaping job then, kid?”
“Hell yes, sir.”
“Good boy.” He pats your butt and acts like nothing happened. At least, not until the next time it happens.
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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
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
Coach got his whole team of jocks at the farm and things got a little out of control. Which is just how coach likes it. Coach is so proud of all his jocked boys. To think, most of them used to be skinny little closeted losers. They’re so lucky to have found the program.
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I pride myself on how easily I can get “straight” guys interested in my hot tight body. One minute, it’s all, “I’m not into that fruity shit!”, the next they’re eating out my fuckshoot like it’s their last meal.
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A key part of my role as a good boi is to slowly open up the Overton window of sexual possibility for married men, closeted men, men who have never really considered the alternative options. I’m friendly, I’m accommodating, I’m service-oriented but I’m no faggot. I’m not thrusting him into some pressurized situation where he has to be the dom (though if he wants that, that’s also fine). And I take things slow. I take things at his pace, I should say. A drip, drip, drip of greater male-intimacy over days, weeks, even months. All to break the dam in his mind that’s so far prevented him from experiencing the full spectrum of his sexual desire.
And his wife never needs to know.
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When you visit the specialty men’s underwear store out of prolonged curiosity, and my good boi ass starts working my magic. A kiss and a fondle is enough. You’re sold. That is, ten jocks and a paid Railr account. Good bois aren’t necessarily saints; I need to make a living too.
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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 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
“Nah dude, this is how you make out with a chick.”
“Fuuu.”
Bros help bros get good at the important shit.
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Your weren’t sure about getting a handy from a guy, but your bud was very persuasive. Now, he’s been giving you a daily job and you can’t imagine doing it yourself. Wonder what else you could do together…
It’ll be our little secret
Your gay bro was telling you about his hook-up last night and you were playing along like a good bud.
“And then I fucking busted, dude. All over his cute face. He couldn’t believe how much splooge there was. It was funny.”
“Like this?”
You pretended to get cummed on.
“Exactly.”
“Haha, that’s awesome. I wish chicks would let you do that to them. They’re too worried about messing up their make-up.”
“You should hang with me and my fuck bros, bro. We’re non-stop busting on each other.”
“Eh… okay.”
There it was. You’d been waiting for him to give you an opening for months now. He assumed you weren’t into guys. Probably cause you were hella closeted and never dared express any interest in men. Little did he know that you’d been using his sex stories for your spank bank ever since you met the guy. And now, looks like you were gonna be part of it. Dream come true.
It’ll be our little secret
You and your best bud, exploring your sexuality together. You know it’s a bit, like, wrong and sus and weird, and you’re definitely not gonna tell anyone about it!, but you’re both just drawn to the other. Things always get a bit out of control, but so long as you don’t truly lose yourselves, it’ll be alright. You’ll return to normal society unchanged. It’ll be alright.
Right?
It’ll be our little secret
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.
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Lose yourself to the ego
He’s been listening to his hypno files for months now. Coach got him onto them. Said it would make him bigger, hotter, manlier. Now he knows exactly what to do. Lift, eat, sleep, repeat. Lift, eat, sleep, repeat. And if he’s an obedient jockboi, he might get to cum as well.
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You’ve taken to smelling all the jocks lying around the locker room. That’s totally normal, right? And you jack your solid boner while you do. That’s normal too, right? And you imagine Brad and Donny and Tyler making out and sucking dick when you bust a nut. Which is also normal. You know it’s all No Homo cause… well, cause it has to be. What’s the alternative? Homo?
Brah, come on.
It’ll be our little secret
How you’ve taken to greeting your gay buddy every time he comes round. Even the thought of it makes you tent. He says that’s totally normal, that all the other bros he makes out with get hard too, so you don’t worry too much about it. Also fucking him just feels cool, you know? He says that’s normal too. All bros are natural tops. You fucking love the sound of that.
Bone up on bros here.
When the French couple who moved in next door takes you under their wing and tries to bring you out of the closet. You swear you’re not in the closet, they keep proving otherwise. They say their gaydar’s never wrong. You’d counter their point, but you keep being the filling in their beefcake sandwich. Hard to say “No, no, I’m straight” when a man’s kissing his own cum from your lips.
It’ll be our little secret
When you and your best man were supposed to be getting dressed for your wedding but soon found yourselves naked, hard and eating each other’s faces. As you plunge into his hole, you start to question whether marrying Stacy is really what you want…
It’ll be our little secret
When you’re horsing around with bro and it inevitably leads to you spread out on your bed and him eating out your awesome dude donk. You don’t know why it keeps happening, but it must be totally fine cause, like, it does keep happening. Some of your other bros did warn you about the downsides of chilling with gay dudes. But, fuck, if this is a downside, you can’t wait to see the upside, shit.
Bone up on bros here.
When you start off that day’s goon sesh watching lesbian porn, but inevitably end up busting your load thinking about the hot gay couple at the gym who kept patting each other’s butts as they lifted some heavy metal. It makes the batter come out that much stronger. You don’t like to think about that once the dust settles and your fire’s extinguished. You go about your day and the repression continues.
It’ll be our little secret
It was somehow easier to convince yourself you were straight by hooking up with domtops. It’s not that you’re gay, you’re just a sub, and submitting to women isn’t the same. Women can’t control you the way a man can. A man’s strength and his hard throbbing dick are the tools of domination, not whatever a woman can offer.
The cope is powerful, the cope is real. You kneel before men and suck their dicks and take their abuse and surrender your ass because you’re a repressed homo and deep down you know that.
It’ll be our little secret
When you finally feel comfortable enough to let your gay gym buddy play with your ass, and this is how he responds. You know you’ve opened the floodgates, and you’re okay with that. You’ve been holding that flood back for far too long.
It’ll be our little secret
When you and your bud are this close to telling each other how you really feel, so you just let your kiss do the talking. Actions speak louder than words; men know this. Your words might say “I’m straight”, but your actions say otherwise. Especially the action in your pants. Once the dust settles in the morning, you’ll see where you both stand. For tonight, you’ll embrace and enjoy.
It’ll be our little secret
“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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Bro’s such an obnoxious roidhead, everyone in the gym thinks his shouts and grunts are just him being extra about lifting. They don’t see Mark on his knees, giving him one of his world-class blowjobs. But that’s where he is, where he always is.
It’s men like this who really steal Mark’s attention. Chads. Everything about his person is soaked in testosterone. It’s the T Mark wants. He doesn’t care if most of it is synthetic, he just wants to be immersed in it, influenced by it, drowned in it. He’ll swallow as much high-T cum as he can – whether in throat or ass – cause that will bring him closer to the masculinity he loves so much.
The bro doesn’t understand any of that, or care. He’s getting an awesome blowjob from a beautiful man and has never gotten into the habit of thinking too deeply about shit. And that’s also how Mark loves him. Unthinking, obnoxious roidhead masculinity is the best kind. Tastiest cum, too.
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Mark seeing to one of his boys in the gym showers. Apparently, the missus is holding out on him. Using sex as a weapon, as women often do. Lucky for him, Mark’s always willing to get a bro off.
Mark will never understand women. Bro here has an eight-inch fuckstick, a jovial but aggressive personality, a roid-honed body, and a handsome face to boot. And yet his wife cares so little about sex that she will use the lack of it against him?
Mark envies no one: he’s got it too good. But sometimes he looks at women with a kind of bemused resentment. Women have such easy access to men, to dick. And yet, they rarely take advantage of it. Or, they exploit it to nefarious ends.
The hoops Mark has to jump through to get these bros to surrender their dicks to him would make most women weep. The risks Mark runs in courting men of questionable sexualities. The social stigma of homosexuality…
Whatever. Her loss. He’ll just continue sucking off her husband, giving him the pleasure she selfishly denies. Mark knows he’s close to getting bro to fuck his ass, too. He keeps pawing at Mark’s glutes, or else bending down to have a grope while Mark sucks him off.
Mark prefaces his encounters by telling his bros to “treat me like a whore in a porno.” That’s enough to make most men perk up. After a few sessions to get comfortable, they take him literally. Once a man’s gotten accustomed to sloppy, deep-throated, facefucked head while the sucker stares up at him in reverence and practically begs for more, it’s hard to go back to safe, boring woman-head. And by that point, even pussy starts to feel kind of meh.
And Mark’s not to blame. He’s an expert at sex, always willing, and actually loving towards men. He’s an androphile. Most women aren’t. Most women endure men, and their sex. But women would do well to start taking pointers from my boi, otherwise more and more men will fall under a good boi’s spell.
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Mark treating one of his regulars to his first bottoming experience. Ryan was deep in the closet and had heavily resisted Mark’s flirtations and advances. But eventually he fell. They all did.
It was blowjobs at first; then Mark convinced Ryan to fuck his ass. Wasn’t too hard, actually. Mark’s ass is legendary. Then, of his own volition, Ryan sucked Mark back.
Weeks later, and Ryan was dropping hints he wanted to get fucked. Mark showed him the joy of getting rimmed, and ever since, bro got more and more ass-focused. Obsessed. He’d send Mark messages at one in the morning of a peach emoji and a crying face. Looking for a bro to rim him, but no bros available. Poor bro.
Mark took the hint. He’s an observant boi, my Mark. With a hobby like his, you have to be. So he spared Ryan the embarrassment of asking to bottom, and took charge.
Mark tends to bottoms: mainly cause most of his bros want to top… or are unwilling not to. You know, cause bottoming’s “too gay”, or “too fem”. Some genuinely prefer to top. Bottoming isn’t for everyone, and you can’t shame a man for that. But Mark puts himself at a man’s service, and that means he’ll give dick just as readily as he’ll take it. He is the ultimate good boi.
So one day, in the showers of Sparta, Mark made his intentions plain. Ryan didn’t say anything, he just nodded. Bro wanted this so fucking bad. Mark kissed him calm, then worked down his back until he was confronted with Ryan’s perky, pretty ass.
Kiss. Kiss.
Mark would ease him in with a rimjob, seeing how he loved that. Then, he’d get the dicking down. And Ryan would love that, too. Bros like Ryan were made for taking dick, though they’d never admit it. Mark had been around the block too many times; he knew how these guys worked.
Ryan wanted to embrace his homosexual urges to their zenith. Ryan wanted a safe space, and a safe pair of hands to do that. Ultimately, Ryan wanted to know true androphilia: sexual intimacy with another man. But he felt restrained – by society, by upbringing, by himself. Ryan was just another closeted gym bro; this is what they’re like.
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Coach gave his jocks the weekend off from their program. No gym, no chastity, no jock-files, no Team practice, no jock bonding, nothing. They had two whole days of freedom.
But what does freedom mean to a jock who has been successfully programmed? He could go to a party, or zone out to some video games, or hook up with anyone who’d have him, or just goon out to porn. But none of that comes to mind. Jockboi isn’t following the program because Coach has him in chains. He does it because he can’t imagine not doing it. Jockboi uses his two days off to go to the gym, listen to his jock-files, have intimate bonding sessions with his jock brothers, and practice his throwing.
This weekend was a test, and a test the jocks pass perfectly. If they had chosen, of their own free will, to pursue an agenda not related to their jockification, then Coach would have seen that as a personal failure. A failure he would remedy through a more intense program and harsh spankings. But he had nothing to fear. The jocks chose their jocklife. They didn’t have to think about it. So well programmed they are that as soon as jockboi woke up, he ate his Coach-approved breakfast, drank his jock juice, grabbed his bag and hit the gym. And then he was out on the pitch with his bros, cap back, passing the ball. Why the fuck would a jock wanna be anywhere else, thinks jockboi. Two whole days of freedom mean nothing in the face of his perfect conditioning.
Jockboi is a slave to the program. And in his slavery, he has found true freedom.
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