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[dongold41]

In an effort to use Tumblr to brainwash myself in creative ways, I made up a new game!!

For every 5 notes this posts gets, I will spin this Wheel filled with hypnotic commands and suggestions, and follow/obey anything it lands on! Any time this happens, I will update this post with what I got and with how I feel!!

I'm basically letting the people that see this dictate what I'm going to be doing/thinking for a bit (with safeties installed, of course, in order to be able to stop if I want to or need to), and I find that reallyyy hot >//<

Also, I'm thinking of developing this dumb Picker Wheel thingey into an actual game that other people can play if they want, so if you have any more ideas for suggestions PLEASEEEEE send them my way! I'd love to hear some feedback on this!

Thank you >//<

[dongold41]

🏈 SUPER BOWL SHOWDOWN: GOLDEN KNIGHTS VS. EMERALD TITANS 🏈

TO OUR FANS, OUR FAMILY, OUR GOLD ARMY—THIS IS IT.

The Golden Knights have battled across every arena. We outplayed the Vanguard on the soccer field. We crushed the Pachy Pack on the ice. And now, we return to to another arena where legends are made : The Gridiron, for an epic american football match.

Next Sunday, under the brightest lights, we face our greatest rival—the Emerald Titans.

The Titans have spent months preparing for revenge. They’ve trained, they’ve studied, and they’re coming for us with everything they’ve got. They want to take what’s ours.

But we are the Golden Knights.

We don’t back down. We don’t break. We rise.

This isn’t just another game. This is the Super Bowl. This is for the championship. This is for history.

🔥 WE NEED YOU 🔥

💛 FANS, IT’S TIME TO GO ALL IN. We need you LOUD, we need you PROUD, we need you to turn that stadium into a fortress of GOLD. When the Knights take the field, we need a wall of sound that makes the Titans shake in their cleats.

📣 EVERY CHEER, EVERY CHANT, EVERY VOICE MATTERS. This isn’t just a game—it’s a battle, and YOU are part of it.

⚡ SHOW YOUR COLORS. Wear your jerseys, wave your flags, and light up social media. The world needs to see what the GOLD ARMY is made of.

🏆 THE FINAL COUNTDOWN 🏆

📅 Super Bowl Sunday

⏳ Deadline for full fan rally: Sunday, February 9th, 2 PM GMT

Report of the match will come soon after.

We are one team, one family, one unstoppable force. The Titans think they’re ready—let’s prove them wrong.

⚔️ NO FEAR. NO DOUBT. NO MERCY. ⚔️

🔥 GOLDEN KNIGHTS—ALL IN. 🔥

previous match ->

[dongold41]

I'd like to give you an orgasm button.

It's quite the challenge to learn to orgasm on command, but you're a very good subject. I'll get some little plastic button, something that makes a distinctive click when you press it. I'll get you nice and worked up, and then press the button as you cum.

A few more times around, and some intense hypnotic sessions -- perhaps conditioning you while you're hypnotized as well -- and now we have the trigger implanted nice and firmly. When the button is pressed, you cum.

And since I'm a nice tist, and since it is the season of giving and all, I'll let you keep the button for yourself. Whenever you're feeling horny, whenever you want to feel good, you can just press it, and you cum.

Every so often I'll reinforce the trigger, just to make sure it stays nice and strong. The orgasms the button gives you will be deliciously powerful. I imagine you'll stop masturbating before too long. Oh, you might edge yourself if you want to really enjoy the build-up and anticipation, maybe touch idly while watching or reading some smut... but if you want an orgasm, the button's right there, and it feels much better than your own hands or toys. You'll have the button in front of you, and when you've ridden the edge for long enough, you press the button and you cum.

And over time, you'll end up pressing that button more and more often. Whenever you're a little stressed, or horny, or bored... the button's right there. There are no restrictions. Press it and you cum.

After you've been using the button for a few weeks, after it's become routine... I'll wait for one of those reinforcement sessions. I'll reinforce the trigger again, of course. But when you wake up, this time you'll see I'm holding the button. I'll press the button, and watch you cum.

What I won't do is give the button back. And you'll find that you've done two very important things over the past few weeks. First, you've gotten yourself so used to having frequent, amazing orgasms. Your body and mind expect to cum very hard, several times a day. You crave it. And second, your body has forgotten how to cum without that button. Every time you masturbated, it was the button that got you over the edge. You need the button, now. And if I don't press it

you don't cum. And even now you feel that desperate need building. You'll do anything for me to press that button. You'll do anything for me to let you cum.

You managed to addict yourself to the orgasms from that button, and even made it so that you couldn't cum any other way. All just by pressing the button yourself, and a few extra suggestions in the reinforcement sessions that you didn't remember. Not everyone would be able to do that to themselves, but like I said, you're a very good subject.

[dongold41]

These two guys didn’t understand what the Golden Army was all about. They laughed at our ideals, criticized our brotherhood and camaraderie. Thought our obsession with sports was laughable. A few quick words and a look at my pocket watch and they were begging to join. That’s two more recruits for the Golden Army. What about you? We’re always looking for new members. Wanna take a look at this watch real quick?

[dongold41]

The Golden Future was no longer just a vision. It was becoming reality. The Golden Army and the Polo Drone Hive had grown beyond the stadium, beyond the training grounds. The transformation had begun spreading through the streets, slipping into the cities, into everyday life, claiming more and more men, reshaping them, refining them into something superior.

The process was seamless, methodical. Every touchpoint was calculated, every encounter another opportunity for conversion. It started with the presence, figures in sleek, gleaming golden jerseys, walking through the city with impossible confidence, turning heads, drawing attention. Their polished perfection was hypnotic, their movements disciplined, controlled, precise. No wasted motion. No hesitation. Just purpose.

At first, it was subtle. The golden spirals hidden in gym advertisements, flickering across billboards, embedded in digital screens at train stations, flashing for just long enough to hook into the subconscious. A man waiting for his train, scrolling his phone absentmindedly, would glance up at the right moment. His pupils would dilate slightly as the spiral pulsed. He wouldn’t even realize what had happened, only that something inside him had shifted. The idea had been planted. He needed to get stronger. He needed to be better. He needed gold.

Then came the audio. Carefully designed frequencies played in high-end gyms, laced into background music at clubs, slipped into public announcement systems. A whisper just beneath the threshold of conscious hearing, a rhythmic pulse syncing with their heartbeat. Focus. Train. Transform. Gold is strength. Gold is discipline. Gold is everything. The message seeped into them without resistance, guiding their thoughts, reshaping their desires.

The streets became recruitment grounds. At coffee shops, golden bros would sit in pairs, their jerseys catching the light, speaking just loud enough for nearby patrons to hear. “You ever think about pushing yourself further? Being more?” The men around them would shift in their seats, suddenly aware of their own limitations, their own weakness. The doubt would fester. The hunger would grow.

At the bars, the Golden Army operated with precision. It only took one touch. A firm clap on the shoulder. A confident handshake. The golden mist would release—undetectable, intoxicating. The gas worked fast, melting tension, slowing thoughts, opening the mind. “You should come with us,” a golden-clad man would say, his voice dripping with power. The target would nod before he even knew why. Yes. I should.

For those who resisted, there was always the direct approach. A rooftop party where golden drones moved through the crowd, sleek black masks covering their faces, their rubber polo uniforms gleaming under city lights. They would move in unison, bodies perfect, sculpted, disciplined. A man would be singled out, surrounded, whispered to. “Join us. You are meant for more.” His drink would shimmer as golden mist curled over its surface. He would take a sip, his body relaxing, his mind slowing. The transformation would begin before he could even think to refuse.

Gyms became temples. Men who had never trained before found themselves drawn in, their bodies craving movement, discipline, structure. The golden bros were always there, lifting heavy, training hard, pushing further. Their sweat smelled of something rich, something intoxicating. Newcomers would watch, mesmerized, their hands gripping the bars of the squat racks, their minds hazy with need. Stronger. Better. Golden.

For those truly ready, there was the final step—the fitting. It happened in private, in locker rooms, in training centers, in quiet, secluded places. The golden jersey was presented, shimmering, perfect, made for them. “Put it on,” they would be told. And the moment they did, it was over. The fabric clung to their skin, molding to their body, sending pulses of heat through every nerve. Muscles tightened. Posture corrected. Their mind fell silent.

The ones who resisted? They never lasted long. A golden gas mask secured over their face. A deep inhale. The golden hypno spirals flickering in their vision. Thoughts drained away. All that remained was obedience. Strength. Discipline. Perfection.

The city was changing. Men who once wandered aimlessly now walked with purpose, their golden jerseys gleaming under streetlights. The gyms overflowed with recruits, bodies sculpted, refined, transformed. The bars became hunting grounds, where golden-clad figures whispered promises of power into eager ears.

The Golden Army and the Polo Drone Hive were expanding. The future was golden. The city was ours.

And you?

You are next.

Become one of us. Reach out to me @polo-drone-001 or connect with our Caps @goldenherc9 @brodygold. The transformation awaits.

[dongold41]

[dongold41]

Don't look away. Slow, deep breaths... The air is thick with his scent. You've always loved the smell of men. The heavy odor forces you to relax. Your thoughts slow. Accept the natural pull. Sink to your knees...you know where you belong.

[dongold41]

Flirting with a sub while their mind is blank is one of the hottest things you can do as a tist.

It's all so hot. The way their demeanor changes upon hearing you call them adorable, the absent-minded showing off when you make a comment on how a certain body part looks. The rolling eyes, and their moans, and their mumbled "thank you" after any sort of compliment, their brains breaking from all the praise they're recieving.

The most arousing part, however, is seeing their self esteem change. A lot of people are self-concious, or have trouble calling themselves cute. But when they're hypnotized, their minds mold to your words, turning even the most self-deprecating subs into whimpering toys, mindlessly telling you about how cute they are and how pretty they feel~

And if there's one thing subs really deserve, it's the knowlwdge that they are all really cute and pretty, especially when they're moaning all their thoughts away <3

[dongold41]

Everything had been done for the day and there were still a couple hours of spare time until it would be time to head for the bed!

He could fire up the computer and see if he'd find a game that caught his attention!

He used to spend every free moment gaming. He played WoW for a couple years, Assassin's Creed Valhalla, Guild Wars 2 and FF14! He enjoyed MMORPGs most, but there were a few select Single-player games that, always to his surprise, flashed him!

Nowadays tough he was way more casual, sometimes going months without playing anything, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy it anymore, at all!

Though most of the time he stayed with casual mobile games! Some Idle games, Puzzle games or even Sudoku or something with friends!

These days he mostly prefered watching others, stream themselves, playing games instead!

He got to enjoy the games vicariously through them, as well as interact and joke with the community in chat!

[dongold41]

This cud get gud. Juz sayn.

Wanna try it on and go for a ride?

Join the pack.

Contact @brodygold @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001 to start your transformation.

[dongold41]

Man-Candle

Under the guise of a gag-gift Chad gives his bookish friend a candle based on his own b.o. Little does Stephen know, as soon as he lights the wick he sets off to join the jock in sweaty abandon.

Very musk forward Jock TF! Hope you enjoy this story of Stephen's scent-based (new)self-discovery, Best! -Occam

His ears ring with tinnitus as he opens the gift. It’s as if an explosion has gone off as he tries to process the pancake in his hands. Everything in him says to laugh, it’s clearly a gag gift, a Man-Candle? His mouth is dry and all the blood in his head rushes to its other epicenter as Stephen looks up, eyes wide, to the man who by all appearances has given him a candle of his own musk, Chad.

His cocky grin is a perfect likeness of the one on the candle’s label staring up from Stephen’s lap. Chad’s expression grows even smarmier as he winks and raises an arm to smell his pit. Stephen’s face burns red as he sees the clear patch of grey that must have been fermenting all morning, his cock bumps against the package.

Chad’s eyes shoot immediately to the sound and his smirk shifts and an eyebrow’s raised in curiosity, excited that his friend must quite like the gift. Stephen speaks up quickly, lest the two brain cells bouncing around the jock’s skull stumble across any ideas, “What the fuck?” The first volley, bounces off Chad’s steel confidence. The second “what the fuck,” causes an eye narrow as the idea that this may be a misstep finally occurs to him, the third repetition of Stephen’s new mantra apparent gets through through Chad’s thick skull.

The jock’s arm remains raised to scratch his back and Stephen’s cock is more than happy to see the grey patch return and his mind must remain focused on not staring directly at the few pit hairs sneaking above his sleeve. Chad clears his throat awkwardly, “I mean bro… Chicks are always talking about how they love, huh- y’know,” he gestures to the air around him, “my aura. Just thought, you know, uhhh- a dude like you might too?”

The jock braces as he sees Stephen’s eyes narrow as he clearly winds up to somehow lash out. Unfortunately for the twink he takes a deep breath to start and is hit with the full force of the man’s ‘aura,’ it catches him off guard and underneath the package his cock pushes again. Stephen grits his teeth and averts his eyes as he tries to hide his desire, “Chad! Those are people you’re sleeping with! I’m just- This is-” Stephen does everything in his power to quiet his lust as he finishes, “Why would I want this?” 

Chad tongues his cheek and juts his stubbled jaw. Scratching his meaty stomach in thought, Stephen can hear the hairs dragged underneath the jock’s tight shirt. Making up his mind Chad decides to speak on the elephant, or moreover the trunk, in the room. Nodding to the gift poorly hiding Stpehen’s erection, Chad shrugs “I mean bro, seems like you’re enjoying it just fine.” 

“Jesus Christ, fucking straight men!” As unfortunately turned on as Stephen is from the gift and the hunk he has long tried to not be attracted to, at the highlighting of his out of control cock he finds the will to defend his paltry dignity. Though instead of speaking up as his mind is not running on all cylinders, his hands instead reach for anything not breakable to hurl at the man still smirking.

Pillows fly at the man as he continues to try and explain his thoughts, “Yo bro! Watch it-” he grabs one to use as a shield against the continued volley, “I mean I can take it back if you want!” Stephen’s dreams of salvaging dignity perhaps fall to the wayside as this remark causes the hardest throw yet. Chad smirks behind the pillow and finally gets to the door, “Whatever dude! I’ll see ya later! Once you’ve cooled off a bit-” 

Chad stands behind the closed door with a shit-eating grin on his face, straight men huh. Awfully dismissive of the bi jock’s identity but whatever. He listens to Stephen huff and unbox the candle through the wall, unaware that the real gift is to come when he finally lights that bad boy up. Whenever the pair get drunk enough it always devolves into Stephen wishing he’d hit the gym more and Chad begging for his friend to join him. He’d love nothing more than a gym bro he can fuck, and soon enough, unless Stephen has the strength to nip his blue balls in the bud, both wishes are to be granted.

It does not take long for already riled-up Stephen to give in to his curious urges. As soon as the scent of Chad in the air dissipates and he hears the front door of his apartment close, the countdown begins. Stephen stares at the obnoxiously smug photo of Chad on the candle and narrows his eyes, “I mean surely it’s a bit? It can’t actually smell like him specifically? Seems hm, expensive to do.” 

He bites his lip as he shakily goes to remove the lid, driven by a mind less than conscious and more than hungry. Mouth on the precipice of watering, as soon as the seal is cracked the scent washes over him like a tidal wave. Somehow more powerful, more alluring than the real thing. Rich and grimy, and indisputably the essence of Chad distilled into waxen form.

His eyes are glazed over and his mouth is now pooling with drool. It's anyone’s guess as to how the candle gets lit, but so it does. Stephen falls back onto the couch as his hands struggle to free his cock quick enough from pants that force it down at an awkward angle. It finally bounces free, flinging more pre than he’s ever produced upward. Droplets land just shy of his own face as his mouth falls wantonly open and his hands begin their gleeful work.

The creation of Eau De Chad was not light work, the boiling down of man into a single candle is quite the ask. Perhaps even more so than the transformative magic that it is to instill in Stephen. Within the candle are notes from every musky epicenter of Chad’s being, more than powerful enough to distract Stephen as he begins his journey into a musky jock’s shoes himself.

Foremost of the mind-numbing notes that the lost man is bathing himself in is perhaps the one he’s smelled the least. As strong as in his jock after a workout, sweaty pubes and dripping pre. The medley of scents from Chad’s crotch is so powerful that even without clearly even knowing the source it’s on the tip of Stephen’s tongue, much like he would dream to have on his tongue in reality.

Each breath pulling him deeper than the last, Stephen continues to paw at his cock now free to the open, musky air. With each kneading thrust his hands struggle to encompass his dick as it begins to change. Years of pushing down primal desires for his friend, the Adonis, evaporate into the air as he pictures himself working Chad’s cock. Breathing and licking the heady swear straight from the source.

He imagines working the larger man’s spit-covered cock and with each new image in his mind his own beast begins to reform. Dripping more pre than he’s produced in his life up to this point, his hips thrust into wanting hands as his dick thickens and spears high into the air. Lengthening to press against his sternum, veins bulge and criss-cross across its length as its head regrows a foreskin he never had the chance to enjoy.

When his smaller hands, unable to truly satisfy or encompass his new rod, shift down to try and cup balls bulging larger and pumping him full of masculinity, he hears them scratch against the new jungle of growing pubes. Though the jock tries to keep his chest relatively hairless, under the belt hair growth is wild enough to more than make up for it, and as Stephen begins changing into his new musky lover, he seems to be of the same persuasion.

The candle wick flickers as a new scent begins to rise in prominence. This one Stephen recognizes all too well, though usually poorly masked under cheap deodorant, the scent of Chad’s pits could never be truly hidden. His mouth waters as the scent washes through him and his whole body contorts in pleasure. When his own pits begin to itch he gasps and for the first time opens his eyes to find an impossibly large cock hanging over his thin thighs. His mouth quivers into a smile as the line between dream and reality shifts muddy.

For now though, for the pit fiend there is only one thing to do. He raises his arm and gasps as he sees his few pit hairs lengthening, while in between each one a few darker curls make themselves at home. Stephen forces his head into the sweaty spot and hungrily sniffs. Nose tickled by the growing jungle he moans as he encounters his own changing scent, currently overcoming his own, usually superfluous, deodorant it is but a pale imitation of Chad’s. Though it races to be something equivalent, no, greater. 

He continues taking deep breaths, switching between the candle burning strong and his own pit as his musk continues to heighten and shift. With each needy sniff it becomes clear that his odor is not the only part of him shifting. Previously undeveloped arms cramp as muscle begins to pile on. Veins pulse down their center as biceps that have scarcely known strain burn as muscle fibers break and reform to create an impressive peak.

Stephven’s face suddenly contracts into a smirk that he never quite understood before now as his arms force themselves into a pose. Flexing and exposing his newly hairy pits in what he now knows as a front lat spread, he almost laughs as his heady powerful musk begins to overpower the scent burning off the candle. 

Having not actually left the apartment, Chad puts an ear to the door as Stephven’s laughter and moans rise in volume and deepen in tone. He creaks open the door and is almost physically hit with the wave of musk as it pours out like a fog from Steven’s bedroom. His own brand mixing with the steam of sweat seeping from his new bros pits is almost more than he can handle. With every step his mind strains to not just give into his own hunger to pounce on his half-formed bro sitting in the chair. 

Hearing Steven’s socks fray and tear as a subtle note of foot funk rises to the top of the candle. Seeing his new partner’s legs fill his young-professional pants to their limit, bulging thighs pushing at and swiftly bursting the strained seams. Chad bites his lip almost to the point of drawing blood as he feels his own thighs cramp. He doesn’t know if he’s somehow growing as his new gym bro continues to edge larger or if he’s simply overwhelmed, if his own mind is too clouded from the hunger and musk.

Chad shambles towards Steven, mouth falling open as he sees the shimmering sweaty traps that have torn his shirt open. His eyes can’t look away from the newly heavy pecs that hang over his defined abs, he fights the urge to lean down and lap at the muscle as Steven delights in bouncing them. Sending cascading shadows across his sweaty core, and gaining more mass with every dancing flex.

 Instead, Chad leans in close to Steven’s delirium painted face. “Looks like ya liked my gift after all, huh Steve?” His breath mists across Steve’s face. Its heavy humidity barely overcomes the sweaty atmosphere but the sharp mint and undercurrent of musty breath underneath call to his nose like smelling salts. 

His jaw cracks and widens as the changes that have overtaken him finally begin their work on the final frontier. Unable to control himself Chad licks the man’s face as it prickles with stubble. Steve’s nose breaks then reforms, his brows thicken and cast a shadow over his eyes as they lose both their color and clarity. Deepening to brown as their default state becomes glazed and thoughtless.

Feeling Chad’s sticky tongue drag on his cheek, it’s like he was struck by lightning. Every new bulging muscle in Steve’s body flexes at once and he stands to his new height, able to make direct eye contact with the man staring at him, just inches away.

Steve tackles him onto the bed, knocking over the candle and sending wax flying through the air. The pair are sparingly coated in the Chad scented candle as they begin heavily exploring Steve’s new form. As their mouths that have always been left wanting find new delight, whatever shreds of the old Stephen that are left begin to vacate.

The anxieties and priorities of a small meek man who never let his id loose disappear as he positions himself over Chad. He bites his bro’s lip and thrusts downward as he pins the massive man’s hands above his head. Masked by the pleasure of true release, he doesn’t care as his old self washes away. Memories evaporate like the sweat pouring off his form. He delights in maneuvering across Chad’s form and enjoying his musk from the source.

His tongue dances across sweaty pecs that match his own as his collection of classics on a bookshelf disappear to be replaced by free weights. Steve’s nose finally shoves its way into Chad’s pits as his extensive collection of hygiene and beauty products down the hall clatter to the floor and disappear as they’re replaced by a single bar of clinical deodorant only used for special occasions. Sleeves fall off his wardrobe of cardigans and button ups as sweat stains yellow every garment. The tops throw themselves from hangers while musty shorts and jockstraps heap into a pile on the floor.

Sweat drips from his brow as with each thrust into Chad his mind gives up the ghost. Each impossible wave of pleasure erodes his old self, each drop of sweat an idea gone, each rivulet of pre dripping down his veiny cock a sign of his intelligence drained to increase the muscle mass of his new form. After all besides pleasure nothing matters to him nearly as much as his fucking hot bod.

He feels his balls pulse as every remaining aspect of Stephen’s self shoots down and is quickly converted. His eyes roll back as he cums the few specks of self remaining in a massive load onto Chad’s sweaty abs. After a few moments of total mindlessness from the jubilee of release, Steve awakens to find himself atop his bro and simply laughs, “Huhuh woah dude that’s a fuckin’ fat load huh?” He scratches at his hairy chest and grimaces as he imagines how that’s going to hide his gains.

Seeing the thoughts on his face as the two are evermore on the same wavelength Chad pauses rubbing Steve’s cum onto his abs and offers, “Lookin’ a little rough there bro, wanna go top up and then hit the gym?” Steve smirks as his bro basically reads his mind, “Yoooo totally let’s hit it!” He punches down into his bro as he stands, smirking as he watches Chad’s cock bounce before sprinting into the restroom and prepping to get pumped.

The gym starts to clear out as the pair arrive, judging by the musk already following in their wake no one dares risk having to smell what it’s like once they actually start going. Stopping in the locker room the pair stop publicly groping and sniffing each other long enough to take a pre-workout photo, tongues out as ever. When they see some poor soul who didn’t escape the gym quick enough covering his nose they eye each other up.

“Yo dude, looks like lil’ bro over there’s gotta problem with your stink.” Steve performatively sniffs his pit and shakes his head, “Nahnah bro. It’s definitely yours, check it.” They continue to talk up eachothers musk while the young man can’t help but sit there, stunned into silence. With each new statement the pair swagger closer until their sweat may as well be dripping on the man.

Gasping as he regains awareness just as the pair are almost standing over him, the sharp intake fills his lungs with their musk as a smile creeps over his face. “Looks like lil bro’s likin’ it after all Chad.” Throwing a sweaty arm over his bro, the man who can scarcely recall that his bro hasn’t always been like this laughs, “Huhuh, well obviously bro, no shot anyone’ll be able to resist us soon.” The pair help the hazy man up and begin ushering him through the ropes, eager to have another musky jock in their image and excited to see how far their little group will grow.

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A Powerful Enemy Within

It had been a busy day! All the heavy lifting of furniture had left Don somewhat exhausted, mentally as well as physically somehow!

He thought about the practice he didn't manage to attend and the workouts he missed!

He wasn't part of the team that long and was seemingly slacking already!

He looked into the distance where the Gold Stadium was shining, reminding everyone what the Golden Army stood for, but tonight the golden hue seemed distant, overshadowed by the gnawing feeling in his gut!

He hadn't been himself. The relentless packing, the upcoming paperwork, the sheer mental load of relocating... it had all conspired to steal his focus!

Guilt, a heavy opponent, playing on repeat in his mind!

Tomorrow, he was supposed to meet a couple of the Golden Bros. It wasn’t for team practice, but a casual get-together at a pub.

A perfect chance to unwind, joke around, and get your mind off of things.

The thought should've brought a surge of anticipation, a feeling of camaraderie, but today, a knot of anxiety tightened in his chest.

His teammates were a unique bunch. They were fierce on the pitch, a coordinated force of gold and black, but off the field, they were the most supportive, understanding guys he knew. They celebrated each other’s wins, both big and small, and offered a shoulder during tough times. Their compassion was legendary!

Don pushed open the door, the familiar roar of conversation and laughter washing over him. He scanned the room, a hopeful smile spreading across his face as he spotted them in a corner booth.

All of them in their signature golden jerseys, even off-duty.

"Hey guys!" Don called out, making his way through the throng of patrons.

The smiles he expected didn't materialize though. Rory, usually the first to offer a booming greeting and a playful jab, simply nodded curtly, his gaze shifting away and Cedrick mumbled a barely audible hello, his attention fixed on his pint.

A chill snaked down Don’s spine. “Everything alright?” he asked nervously, his voice a little too loud in the sudden silence that had fallen around their booth.

Rory finally met his eyes, his expression uncharacteristically stern. “We were just talking about training, Don.”

“Yeah,” Cedrick chimed in, avoiding eye contact. “About giving it your best.”

The unspoken words hung heavy in the air. *You haven’t been.You’ve been slacking.You’ve let us down.*

Don’s smile faltered. He understood. He knew he hadn't been pulling his weight. The guilt, which had been a dull ache, now sharpened into a painful stab. He opened his mouth to explain, to apologize, to promise to get back on track, but the words seemed to catch in his throat!

"Look, I know I haven’t been the best lately,” he finally managed, his voice tight. “The move is crazy, but I promise, I’ll get back into the swing of things. I’ll make it up to you guys.”

Rory shook his head slowly. “It’s not just about the move, Don. It’s about commitment."

The compassionate, understanding Bros seemed gone, replaced by a wall of disappointment. He tried to reach out, to bridge the sudden chasm that had opened between them, but they remained closed off, their faces set in an unfamiliar mask of disapproval.

Defeated, Don mumbled a weak “Okay,” and backed away from the booth. The vibrant atmosphere of the pub suddenly felt suffocating. He turned and walked out, the weight of their disappointment pressing down on him.

The evening air was cool against his skin as he walked, the golden glow of the stadium mocking him in the distance. He cut through a narrow alleyway, a shortcut hopefully. The dim, flickering light barely pierced the darkness, casting long, distorted shadows.

Suddenly, two figures materialized from the gloom, blocking his path. They were scrawny, but their eyes held a mean glint that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Well, well, well" the tattooed one sneered, stepping closer. “Look what we have here. A sparkling Golden Boy out for a stroll.”

Don tensed, his instincts kicking in. But the usual surge of adrenaline, the readiness to defend himself, was absent. He felt sluggish, weak.

“Is there a problem?” Don asked, his voice low, trying to sound confident despite the tremor in his hands.

The smaller one scoffed. “Yeah, we got a problem. You're attitude for example.”

They closed in on him, their movements predatory. The tattooed one shoved him roughly, sending him stumbling back against the brick wall. The impact knocked the breath out of him.

“Hey! What’s your deal?” Don protested, but his voice lacked its usual force.

They ignored him, pushing him around, their taunts echoing in the narrow alley. They didn't ask for money or anything else, they seemed to do it for fun.

Don felt a wave of shame wash over him. He was bigger than both of them combined, stronger, fitter. Usually. But now, he felt like a shadow of his former self. He tried to muster some resistance, but his limbs felt heavy, unresponsive. It was as if his physical weakness was a mirror of his emotional state. He had disappointed his team, lost their respect. He was alone!

The tattooed one landed a surprisingly strong punch to his stomach, doubling him over. As he crumpled to the ground his head hit the cold pavement with a strong, sickening thud. Darkness began to creep at the edges of his vision.

His last conscious thought was of the Golden Bros, their disappointed faces, the sting of their rejection. If he hadn’t been such a letdown, they may have been here, things would be different. He wouldn’t be alone.

Then, the darkness swallowed him whole.

He gasped, sitting bolt upright in bed, his heart hammering against his chest. A cold sweat slicked his skin. The familiar shapes of his bedroom slowly came into focus. The digital clock on his nightstand blinked 3:17 AM.

He was safe! He was home!

Relief washed over him in a dizzying wave. The alleyway, the taunts, the punches... it had all been a nightmare. A vivid, terrifying nightmare!

He lay back against the pillows, his breath slowly returning to normal. The image of his teammates’ cold faces still lingered, a painful reminder of his fears, his guilt and anxiety!

[dongold41]

One Saturday afternoon, Grayden was cleaning out his closet when he found his stunning black leather gear. He hadn't worn it since joining the team. The gear really brought out the dominant side of the once nerdy Grayden. But now, now he was a hot jock. He could be that dominant Sir he always dreamed to be. But was black leather really his style anymore?

Grayden ordered a few collars and leashes along with a full set of golden leather. Some days it felt like the bros ignored Grayden's authority. Well he would show them.

When the team all saw Grayden in his golden leather gear, multiple bros couldn't keep their eyes off him. He felt like he was getting sized up, like Ezan did whenever he walks into a room. Drool even escaped some lips.

"Who wants to be a good boy for Sir." Grayden commanded.

Some were surprised to see this new side Grayden. Meanwhile, Gayden could see a few of the bros just melting in anticipation, ready to submit. Eager to lick his boots or suck his cock.

"Me Sir." "Pick me." "I'm a good boy, Sir." Came from the lips of many of the more submissive bros.

"Ruff, pick this pup." Said a few of the eager golden and polo pups.

The question then became who would he collar first as his first good boy. Whoever he chose would be the first of many, good boys.

Do you want in on this, boy?

Well if you want to join the Golden Army, contact @goldenherc9 @brodygold or @polo-drone-001

Don't leave me waiting good boy, join the Golden Army today. Sir commands it.

(The choice is voluntary, just teasing all of you good boys.)

[dongold41]

A Morning (Wood)

You had nothing going on this morning.

It was the weekend and you'd just woken up. Your morning wood was throbbing and you needed release. You decided to look at Tumblr and scroll through endless pictures of hot men, eager to jerk off to whoever spoke to you this morning.

It didn't take long for you to find some good pics and stories, but one stood out in particular: a muscular jock in a golden jersey. You knew exactly what he was like. Hot, dumb, pumped full of muscles, always ready to fuck the cute guys you come across. Everything you weren't. You just found the idea of him so hot. Maybe deep down, you wanted to be like him. The shiny and tight jersey around your well-earned muscles, a man to come home too every night, and the support of all your bros.

You closed your eyes, imagining his hand in place of yours as you continued stroking, starting off slow but going faster and faster by the second. His deep, masculine voice whispering in your ear.

"You like this, Bro? You want me to keep going?"

It was almost too much. You were so close, but you'd just started. You wanted to savor the moment before the inevitable climax. You kept your eyes closed as you kept stroking. Faster and faster. Pumping harder and harder.

You didn't notice the world shifting around you, your muscles becoming bigger and stronger than you'd ever thought possible for your scrawny body. Your moans becoming deeper and being echoed by another masculine voice. Your hand was no longer around your tool. Instead, it was deep inside his hole, wrapping perfectly around it. You thrusted more and more, savoring the feeling as you edged closer and closer to release.

"Ohh.... Don't stop, bro. I'm close too."

You weren't one to turn your bro down. You'd been together long enough to truly get each other's needs, and right now he needed your cum in his ass. A few more thrusts, and you fulfilled his every need, releasing your seed right into him before collapsing on top of him in exhaustion. He followed close behind, cumming right on his chest.

"Fuck, babe. That was great."

It really was. You loved early morning sessions with the love of your life. It was the weekend, so no Golden Army practice to separate you two and make you interact with the other bros, but who knows what the day would bring? With two sexy studs in the same bed, hopefully some more action later. But for now, you put your jerseys back on and climbed back into bed, sharing a quick kiss under the covers.

You had nothing going on this morning anyway.

[dongold41]

Drone Cap-009 Showing off what level 2 could look like for the drones who will be upgraded and promoted to the next level within the Hive.

(video thanks to @polo-drone-069 )

Join us on the Golden Team and Polo-Drone-Unit Hive today, message @polo-drone-001 @brodygold @goldenherc9 for the brocess

[dongold41]

In preparation for the next big game, PDU-110 realized it needed to enhance its ability on ice as balance was never a strength of its host.

With only a week to prepare and with currently sitting at having more time spent comically falling onto the ice instead of standing on it...

110 will sit this one out and encourage from the sidelines.

[dongold41]

Yoooo that look though! Badass 😮👍🏻

Drone Cap-009 Showing off what level 2 could look like for the drones who will be upgraded and promoted to the next level within the Hive.

(video thanks to @polo-drone-069 )

Join us on the Golden Team and Polo-Drone-Unit Hive today, message @polo-drone-001 @brodygold @goldenherc9 for the brocess