You’re married to a great woman and have three kids. You’re a personal trainer with a successful business. You played football in college. You take an active role in your community. You go to church!
And here you are, waiting for your Daddy, wearing the slutty underwear he sent over yesterday. All you really want is to be Daddy’s good boy. And more and more shots of Daddy’s anabolic poison.
Aww, look how happy he is being Daddy’s slut. See? They act like they hate it at first; like being Daddy’s fuck-doll for a shot of gear is some horrible burden. But sooner or later, Daddy gets through and they start to love it. They know that pleasing Daddy gets them more gear, and so they begin to associate his pleasure with their gainz. It’s why this works, why Daddy’s plan is so foolproof.
To be clear, Daddy doesn’t care much if his sluts enjoy themselves or not. He’s doing this for his pleasure, not theirs. Still, doesn’t hurt.
Men punish me for being the object of their desire. I’ve fashioned my body into the perfect playground for them to enjoy themselves, and that angers them. They take out their aggression and resentment on my bussy, and my mouth, and I thank them for it. It motivates me to work that much harder, to become that much more fuckable.
Making the final preparations before master returns. You’ve not eaten for two days, ever since he stormed out in (justified) anger at your obesogenic bullshit. He said you were getting fat, you were getting ugly, you were getting lazy. And he was right. This two-day fast has really cleared your head, made you put your priorities straight. Your priority is him. For a moment, there was a slip, a blip, a glitch. You put food before him and you paid the price. Never again. You called him in total supplication, promised you’d never fuck up again, that you’d stick to diet and achieve your (his) body goals. That you’d never disappoint him again. And he agreed. You’d never felt happier. He said he’d be round to slam your cunt one more time before he made a decision to dump your ass or not. You waxed, you cleansed, you put on his favorite jockstrap, and now you just wait with bated breath before he comes back into your life and decides the course of the rest of it.
Daddy has all his buddies coming over for the evening, and you’re the entertainment. As ever. It’ll start with stripping, lap-dancing, massaging, then onto the main event. Your cunt’s not fully recovered from last weekend, but Daddy’s word is law. And man does he enjoy showing you off to his friends. Your body is the perfect playground for the fellas, permanently stressed, under-sexed and raging with testoserone but nowhere to put it. Except on weekends, when they can put it in you.
You’re an hour into your worship of his cock and he’s still not ready to give up his load. Your jaw is aching; you feel used and gross; you’re bored…
Oh well.
He’s not ready yet. Keep sucking and try to remember that it’s not about you. If he’s happy with your service when he’s finally bust, he might call you back for round two sometime. But maybe not. Like all feeders, he’s always on the lookout for better cocksuckers.
Your sacrifices and devotion to your husband will not go unrewarded. Be a good trophy: stay quiet, passive, submissive, and – most importantly – snatched so this can be you one day, too.
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.
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.
Ari might be the biggest bro in Sparta. He has the genetics for it, plus 15 years of roids and bulking and lifting with an intense singularity that’s left him the envy of every bro there. And he has a secret shame.
Ari’s a bottom.
A total submissive nelly bottom who just wants another man to put him in his place. He wants to be called a faggot. He wants to be spat on. He wants to drink a man’s piss. He wants a group of bullies to tie him up and force him to lick their asses while they laugh and jeer. He wants pain. He wants humiliation. He wants a real alpha to find out who he really is, and exploit it. He wants to be conquered.
The muscles are all bravado; armor against any personal or social presumption that he’s not man-enough. He had the genetics for it, and he leaned in. Ari looks like a super strong bull, but he feels like a frightened mouse.
And Mark’s happy to oblige his submissive desires. Ari’s got an ass to match those legs. Huge and powerful and completely intoxicating. And Mark enjoys shoving his dick into it as hard as he can while he calls Ari a dumb little fag.
He’d give the bull after-care if he was allowed. But once Ari’s has his fill of dom cock, he’s out of there. You won’t catch this bro kissing another bro. That shit’s gay, dude.
Even total bottom cocksucking submissive fags like Ari fall prey to the same delusions and mental stasis that forces men in their millions to claim they’re not attracted to men.
Whatever. Mark’s not here to change the world. He’ll let Ari have his secret shame and just enjoy playing with his unbeatable body. That ass though, bruhs, fuuu~