When a rookie on the cheer squad is a few months into the program and the changes to his mind and body are undeniable.
He still thinks he’s too fat and feminine to fuck, though. Coach will see to that in time. He doesn’t just believe in building up a boy’s physicality – be they jock, cheer or bull – but he also believes in strengthening their minds. In giving them the type of confidence that crosses into arrogance. This cheerboi is gonna find himself looking at his reflection and having no doubt about his beauty, strength and fuckability. If he sticks with the program, that is.
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Coach practices the ideology of permanent-arousal. All of his jocks should feel turned on at all times, no matter what.
Nothing makes a pack of horny young jocks more aroused than playing football in nothing but their straps, shoes and shoulder pads.
If their dicks were allowed to get erect at will, boys would be hella hard. Fortunately, coach keeps them caged up in order to practice the ideology of managed-release. His jocks can cum when he says so, otherwise they’re locked away to keep their testosterone, frustration and arousal at the zenith.
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When you take a job as a male-only masseur cause it’s the only way you can get male touch without seeming gay. Well, you at least have a good alibi. Even when you spend half the session molesting their asses. The fact that most of the guys ask for a happy ending is just part of the job as far as you’re concerned. Nothing sus at all.
It’ll be our little secret
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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He might be married to a great girl now, but Sam couldn’t forget his days playing college football. Nothing made him harder than thinking about what he and his buddies would get up to in the showers after a game. That was ten years ago, and Sam could still smell the heady mix of sweat, cum and soap. So, he liked to play dress-up when his wife went away on business. He’d reconnect with one of his college buds and get back to it like he was 21 again.
It’ll be our little secret
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.
A good boi would follow this link
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.
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It’s my duty as a good boi to go where I’m most needed. After a busy day of servicing married businessmen, pent-up gym bros, and overworked cops on the beat, I head to my local dive bar, where the hard men need my attention and interest. Namely, they need my sexy body to fondle and fuck. By night’s end, I’ll be sore and bruised, dripping with cum from both ends. I take pride in my work as an honored slut in service of the endless male urge, so I’ll walk out of that bar with my head held high, take a day to recover, then return to serve again.
A good boi would follow this link
The stud showing off for his alpha. He had so much potential, and Alpha brought it out, just as he brought out his true sexuality. Now Alpha tops his gorgeous boy every night before sending him out into the world to fuck all the pussy, bussy and mouth he wants. Like a man on his own alpha path.
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When your teammate is nude right in front of you in the locker room and you start to chub. You’d been fucking on the DL for months now, and it was just getting more and more intense. Every thing he did made you horny, and it’s all you could do to not just jump his bone right there.
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It’ll be our little secret
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
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.
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When you’ve been chatting with a daddy for months and he keeps sending you sluttier clothes to try on. This is what came today with the message; “Send Daddy something he can bust to, slut.” Just reading that you nearly bust yourself. You cleaned up, took some pics and sent them. “Fucking beautiful, slut,” he replied. “Now from the back.” You did what he said. You always did what he said. Daddy controlled the sauce; the beautiful poison that was transforming you before your eyes. He kept saying he wanted to meet up, that it was time for Daddy to collect his payment and take your virgin holes. That’s what he deserved as the man who gave you all this gear and all this time to turn you into the swole, inflated muscle whore you now were.
What can you say? You know that more gear is contingent on pleasing this man, and you want more. You need more. And, if you were being honest with yourself, you kind of wanted to meet him. To service him. He’d sent you so many pictures of his cock, and so much gay porn, it had kind of addled your mind.
You’re just praying your girlfriend doesn’t find out…
Fall into Daddy’s trap here.
You’ve always gotten compliments for your awesome donk. Mostly from dudes, which is sick. These days, you’re always putting on a bit of a show in the locker room for them. The fellas, the homies. They always say the sexiest, nastiest things about you when you’re in your jock. You’re not sure why, but it always makes for the best jack off material when you get home.
Bone up on bros here.
Mark waiting in one of the toilet stalls at Sparta for the, uh, “straight” bro he’s been wooing to sneak in and fuck his perfect ass.
Mark’s path always begins with flattery. Gym bros are universally vain and self-conscious and in constant search for validation. Mark gives them what they want. He compliments their bodies, their lifts, their clothes, and he does it with a warming smile. A few weeks of building the bro’s confidence with his words of affirmation, and Mark starts dropping hints about his sex life. It’s planting the idea in the guy’s head – an idea that he has perhaps never truly let himself think about. Men have sex with men. He knows about it intellectually, but he’s never really seen it in the wild.
The dude starts to look at Mark’s mouth differently. All of a sudden, he sees it as a potential house of pleasure. And every now and then, Mark will catch him looking at his butt. So strong and perky and spankable; so much what men want to stick their dicks into. And once Mark’s drops the old “Oh yeah, I fucking love bottoming. I let dudes fuck me as hard as they want”, the guy’s a lock.
And so, the toilet stalls. Lured in by Mark’s brazen, confident sexuality and his genuine love-bombing, and the guy proves something Mark has known his whole life – most straight men… aren’t. And Mark gets to be the beneficiary of the dude’s sexual re-awakening.
Mark loves his life.
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Luca – Mark’s rival at Sparta. Not many good bois can compete with Mark. In terms of sheer fuckability mixed with all the good boi charms, Mark comes out on top. Then there’s Luca. Beautiful, fit, strong, ass for days and five years younger, he’s the one for Mark to beat. His greatest strength is the strength of all assertive good bois, which is that he knows he’s beautiful and he knows how to use it to get what he wants from men.
Mark sees so much of himself in the boi. His smouldering eyes, his pouty cocksucker-lips, his untameable donk, his go hard or go home attitude when it comes to showing off, and his insatiable, unself-conscious flirtation with any and all men who interest him. Like all good rivals, Mark admires Luca, and resents him. He wants him to fuck off, to leave his hunting ground alone, but he also appreciates his beauty, grace and game.
And the feelings are mutual. While Luca may be younger than my boi, he sees in Mark a skilled competitor, with an even hotter body and a strong claim to the Sparta territory. It’s rare for Luca to bed a man that Mark hasn’t already fucked.
The best days for both are when they’re both on the field, and both in heat. Mark advances on one man, only for Luca to undercut him. Luca begins his oral service of one bro in his go-to cubicle, Mark drags another bro into the cubicle next door and gives the dude anal. Mark’s with a small group of bros, flirting and laughing and gassing them up, only for Luca to swan over, right up to Mark, and begin making out. The bros will scatter – they do homosexuality in private, but they’re not comfort with it in mixed company – and the two bois will be left sucking on each other’s lips until an attendant tells them to stop.
Mark would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little bit in love with Luca, with his rival. He does everything Mark does, and Mark is kind of in love with himself.
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Coach is an extreme androphile. When he’s training his jocks or bulls, he demands all of his boys conform to masculine orthodoxy. However, he recognizes that the men he singles out for his cheerleading track are not like the other boys, and he’s happy for them to indulge their femininity. To a point.
He doesn’t let them dress in pleated skirts, much less bras or make-up or heels. They are, in fact, dressed much like his jocks; jockstraps, baseball caps, sports socks, nothing else. Their full cheer uniform is similar, only with added booty shorts and crop tops. And they’re not pink – maroon and white, with roaring grizzlies on the butt of the pants. All in honor of Coach and his tribe. But here, in the privacy of Coach’s bedroom, he indulges them the feminine lure of pink.
Coach does enjoy seeing his cheerleaders frolicking on the bed; dicks caged, asses ready, titillating, deferential, submissive, and happy to please the men on the Team in whatever way they want. They’re here for support; that is the job of a cheerleader. Whether on the pitch, cheering on his boys to make the winning touchdown, or in the locker room afterwards embarrassing themselves on jock dick while they flaunt their asses in their tiny little cheer shorts, lips pouting and moist, eyes pleading yet innocent, the lust for their masculine older brothers offensively obvious.
Coach is forever conscious of the threat that femininity poses. It’s why he doesn’t let his jocks interact with women, except as sex objects when they’re out of chastity, or in porn. Women can never be friends, lovers or confidants. Too much risk that they will slither into jockboi’s mind and poison it against Coach’s masculine temple. He doesn’t let the cheerbois adopt a fully feminine perspective – even though some, at least, are of that temperament – because he worries about the same thing. That their femininity will somehow reduce the masculinity of his jocks.
He really has nothing to fear. Cheerleaders look with awe and lust at their jock brothers, but the jocks see their little cheerleader brothers as nothing but cute bois to protect, and puffy pussies to fuck. The cheerleaders have no influence, no power. They couldn’t undermine a jock’s masculinity, even if they wanted to. And they most certainly don’t want to! No one is more attracted to the bro-ish machismo of the jocks than the cheerleaders. And Coach knows this, and accepts this, and thus is happy for his bois to indulge their femininity. To a point.
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On a rotating schedule, Coach brings one of his jocks home for a sleepover. Tonight, it’s Zach’s privilege. Zach was a priss in band before Joe – one of Coach’s stars – saw the spark of potential in him and brought him into Coach’s fold. After a year of hard training and relentless jockification through the hypno-files, Zach shed the prissy demeanor and succumbed to masculine orthodoxy and groupthink.
Zach took to the uniform better than most. While Coach expects his boys to wear their team jockstraps in his colors – maroon pouch, white bands – when on the field, in the locker room, or at the gym, elsewise he’s happy for them to wear different cuts and colors of underwear, so long as they turn the big man on. And these all certainly do. Zach asked Coach if he could show off all his new looks he’d bought since the last time he got to sleepover, and Coach happily obliged. He wants his jockbois to be happy, it turns him on, and it also gives him another opportunity to assess his jock’s gains. Zach, being a younger jock in his tribe, still needed a bit more active guidance from Coach than, say, Joe. And that guidance came primarily in the form of Coach’s penetrating gaze and firm touch.
Zach’s particular focus on his outfits is not totally in line with jock groupthink. Yes, Coach wants his boys to look good and to be invested in their own masculine beauty, which includes dressing in such way to keep his fellow jock turned on, he doesn’t want his boys prissy. But Coach Schmidt allows his boys a little space for personal expression, for freedom. Zach was a priss before he joined the program; it makes sense that some of that prissy sensibility would continue to shine through, even after the relentless onslaught of the jockification process. He wanted to match baseball cap with sexy underwear. Coach had no problems with this. All that mattered was that he wanted to wear the underwear and a baseball cap – both essential items of clothing for any jock. Coach didn’t mandate that jocks shave their holes, but if Zach wanted to, that was fine, too. There’s no bad option, so long as the jock is fit, strong, manly and beautiful.
The sleepover is not just an opportunity for Coach to slam that jock bussy into submission, though he will do that because that’s what alphas do. It’s really an opportunity for a jock and his Coach to bond on a deeper, intimate level; away from the competing interests of the other jocks, cheerbois and bulls. It’s just a jock and his coach, alone and vulnerable. Coach will do to Zach’s mind what he will do to his bussy; penetrate it, tame it, soothe it.
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