Looking down at the homophobic asshole who made fun of his twinky, soft-spoken boyfriend.
“What was that about sissies, you piece of shit?”
Your big dumb boyfriend hates bullies.
Your big dumb boyfriend awaits
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“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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It’s a year since Coach first took you under his wing. A year since you were a shy, closeted, chubby nerd. Now look – the jockification has consumed you. Strong, proud and jocksexual, ready to lift heavy, play hard, fuck right and share your body and soul with your jock brothers.
Tonight, Coach is taking you and the boys out to party. That doesn’t mean you skip your two gym sessions and your two hours of football training, though. You’ve just come straight from the field, not bothering to change cause you know what this pose in this outfit does to the old man.
Seeing you in regulation uniform invariably means Coach is gonna get too excited to focus on anything else. He’s gonna give you a pre-fuck before the partying begins – to get you both to calm down a little.
And it’s all to celebrate the anniversary of you becoming a jock.
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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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Sex is all signals, and this signal is pretty fucking clear. Let’s hope the dude he’s signalling isn’t a total dolt (or totally straight…)
Won’t they though?
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
To the laymen it might not look it, but this is just foreplay for what comes later. Rugby is the gayest sport and we all know it.
It’ll be our little secret
Bro keeps pulling his shorts up further and further around his gay buddies. He’s trying to get their attention without getting their attention. Dude just wants a blowjob, but asking would be, like, gay or whatever.
It’ll be our little secret
When your girlfriend catches you coming out a car with another guy. There could be all kinds of explanations, but this isn’t exactly the first time you’ve done this. Nor the first time you’ve been caught. At this point, it’d probably just be easier if she knew what you and your buddy get up to. Maybe she’d be cool with it, fuck knows.
It’ll be our little secret
Boys will find any excuse – including no excuse – to whip it out. And ain’t that why we love ’em?
Won’t they though?
For Daddy’s sluts, “never skip leg day” isn’t just a dumb broism, but a hard and fast rule they never break. They all learn quick how much Daddy cares about leg day. And they all learn quick why.
If slut here wants continued access to that free juice, he has to make sure he builds something Daddy wants to leave a gaping, cummy mess.
Fall into Daddy’s trap
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
“Bro, there’s no way your chest is that big.”
“Oh yeah!” says the stupid bro at the gym. “I’ll show you, dude.” He takes off his tank to prove how fat his bro titties are.
“Okay, fine. But there’s no way your ass is that big.”
“Oh yeah!”
Bone down on bros, huhu
A scouter for the Barn spotted this meat at a football convention and intends to make an approach. How does a ten-year contract to breed fertile pussy and earn a dumptruck full of cash sound? Prove you’ve got the T levels we’re looking for, and that life’s yours.
It’s milking time
Code Rule #27: Be intimate enough with bro that you can freely touch any part of his body. Be familiar with bro’s junk, just not all gay like.
Learn the Code, bro
He’d pull his shorts up but all the men at the hotel keep pulling them back down so his ass is on show, so it’s kinda pointless. And Himbo wouldn’t wanna do anything to get in the way of their male attention. They love spanking him, groping him, pinching him, finger fucking him, getting on their knees and rimming him. Himbo always giggles when their tongue touches his hole. It tickles.
Dumb down here, himbos
Dumbass was held back by like ten years, but now he’s open season as far as the teachers are concerned. The amount of “detention” this himbo gets is mind-boggling.
Dawww. Your big dumb boyfriend was looking lost and confused, out here on the beach like a lost puppy. But then he saw you and his face lit up. A puppy finding his master.
Your big dumb boyfriend awaits
Mark in a pair of shorts that accent his fabulously fuckable ass. He’s a shameless slut, clearly. But here’s the thing about shameless sluts – they get dick. Which is why people resent them so much. While women are on Twitter complaining about patriarchy, or gays are in the club bitching about each other, the sluts of the world are out there slaying dick and taking names. Don’t resent my boy Mark just cause he knows what he wants and actually works to get it.
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Dustin contemplating Mark’s offer. He told the lunk that if he wanted a piece of the best pussy he’d ever have, then don’t be shy. Now he’s just staring at Mark doing his Romanian deadlifts in his jockstrap and booty shorts and can’t believe he’s actually thinking about it.
Mark can believe it. That earring is very sus.
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Good bois don’t much please each other – goodboi4goodboi isn’t really a thing. But, they can certainly band together for the enticement and pleasure of other men, say at a pool party for the local gay football team?
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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
It’s inconceivable to a himbo to not be constantly on show. His body is a work of public art. An interactive sculpture. He uses his eyes to beg men to look and touch.
Dumb down here, himbos
“You sure have a nice condo for a cocksucker.”
Mark did have a nice condo. He was making bank on OnlyFans. Gave him lots of time and resources to spend at the gym hunting bros for his stable. Like Dylan here. Big, dumb, horny. Easy to seduce, easy to manipulate.
Dylan didn’t wanna get down at the gym, so Mark invited him home. The privacy and intimacy of his luxurious bachelor pad was a great place to bring down the defences of a “straight” guy who wanted nothing more than to have another dude’s lips wrapped around his manhood. Except, maybe, to have another dude’s asshole there instead.
They’d get to that. For now, he’d give this lunk the best blowjob of his life and wait till he got a text asking for a second go. Such a text was inevitable.
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“Could you show me again, bro?”
“Okay, but really lean your butt into me. You need the leverage.”
“No problem.”
Bone down on bros, huhu
Being a carpenter was great. You got to work with your hands, feel satisfied in your labor, and meet all sorts of people. Namely, wives, husbands and single-folk home during the middle of the day. They all wanted to buy what you were selling. Maybe it’s cause you dressed so provocatively. A manly slut. And commando was a must. Maybe it’s cause you were so forward in your virile desire. Maybe it was just your raw masculine magnetism. Either way, you couldn’t remember the last time you had a job with a sexy client where you didn’t end up pounding their hole on your coffee break. It’s just your top privilege.
Obey His rule
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
Britney just came on the speakers and himbo went into a kind of trance. The deadlifts can wait; boi gotta dance.
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.
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After highschool, your dad sent you away to a special camp that promised to make a man out of you. He thought you were too much of a beta. A nerd. And too emasculated for his liking. You were into all that Mario and Marvel crap. Men in tights. Shit wasn’t right. The camp promised to turn cubs into bears, and prey into predators. Your dad liked the sound of that.
And it was truth in advertising. It was a six month intensive course, and you returned home with 20lbs of added muscle, a full chest of hair, a confident personality, and lots and lots of new friends. He didn’t need to know that you had sex with 20-odd buff hairy dudes and learned to take and give dick in equal measure like a champ.
Though, telling him that might be the manliest thing of all.
Become a man
You and your bro just sharing your daily post-workout kissing sesh.
“No homo, bro?”
“No homo.”
“Love you, bro.”
“Fucking love you, bro.”
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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.
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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.
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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.
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“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
You were married for fuck’s sake. But ever since you hired that gardener, you’ve felt this moment inching closer. The little looks, the flirty touches, his unnaturally high interest in your life, your work, your day. And he kept coming to work dressed in less and less. Today, it was just these tight little short shorts that gave you a semi as soon as you saw him. After your wife left for work, he made his move. Before you knew it, you were making out on your marital bed, your hands sliding closer to his hole. You’d never been with a man before. You’d repressed for so many years. But this was it. You pushed down your guilt and let your lust overwhelm you.
It’ll be our little secret
You and your best bro of ten years spend all your free time together. At the gym, watching the game, weekend camping trips. You name it. But your most common hobby is taking your dogs on their daily walk. Once you’re deep enough in the forest, you grab each other’s hands. Once you’re deeper still, your hands grab for something else. And that’s when things get really deep. And somehow, no one knows. Least of all your girlfriends. They just think it’s really sweet that you’re such good friends, and that the dogs get plenty of exercise. Not even when you return with your asshole still dripping with your lover’s cum does she notice.
It’ll be our little secret
Your new neighbour came up to you in the park. A bachelor in his mid-thirties, well-built and handsome like you. He said, nonchalantly, that if you ever wanted to spend some quality man-on-man time, then don’t hesitate to come on over. Immediately, your shorts started to tent. How the fuck did he know? That night, you made your excuses to your girlfriend and went to get completely wrecked by your new best bud.
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
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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When you’re just making sure your bro’s decent while doing his pullups. Any good bro would do the same. Grazing bro’s semi is just part of the process.
Bone up on bros here.