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Who else just got really hard from this Br0?

I did , I'm ready to stick my dick between someones full bro tits RN .

milking session in a tight shirt part 2 (with sound)

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Bulking and bricked br0

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Cum worship my calves and socks Br0 ! I promise you'll love it . Sending u addy now.. Door is open, you'll find me laying here.

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Can't resist those pink meaty feet huh bros?

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Golden Army Annual car wash !

All the boyz have their hoses out today ! Sprayin each other while we wash cars to raise money for ..well us hehe.

Br0 u always gotta show up with a lil gold on ur feet at least tho! We do this mainly to show off how hard we worked for our bodies 💪🏼 ..

Id u are lucky enuff to get ur car washed by anyone or us u should consider yourself lucky that our thick muscular hands touched your seat.

Br0, cum to the next car wash !

Of course we had to have a water fight after and get really wet 💦

Join us ...the golden army 🪙

@brodygold helped me n always will respond to a message hit him up with any questions n get ur Jersey bro.

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Pit stop : the nude beach

No better place to show off then the Florida nude beaches .

BR0 CUM join us , loose the track suit show off the goods Br0

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Reblog br0s if u wanna B a big human himbro sex toy for pleasure?

Just laying there having ur big beefy bodies used for sexual pleasure!

U should just be sniffed and gropped everywhere like the himbo u WILL be. Make sure to keep those man legs spread real wide so ur man cunt and big balls can breath...

Isn't that what you've always wanted br0? 😈

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Sneaker Headz:

Br0s day out and today we going shoppin for new kicks.. we love our sneakers and we love matching them with our gold clothes Br0!

Figured a bunch of us should go to the mall, it's near the beach there's always dumb boys working there maybe we can recruit some new members for the team too .

We went to fancy sneaker store and a young gentleman helped us and gladly removed our old shoes and provided us with new gold high tops. He assisted us by putting our big sweaty feet into them making sure there was a room for our toes to wiggle! We told him to give our sweaty socks a sniff he would like it .. gladly obliged and I saw bulging in his pants .. just gave us an idea

The sneakers the boy brought out fit perfectly on our big feet. We noticed that the sales boy put on a pair of the same golden sneakers he brought us with his white and black suit clothing...

" hey boy" one of us called, " you like the way those golden sneakers make you feel? You like the way this shiny gold tracksuits look on all of us Br0s? " He nodded his head as he made sure that we looked perfect and inspected our sneakers while they're fitted on our feet mesmerized by how muscular our legs were he asked what sports we played..

"we're always switching it up, soccer, football... fucking, sucking etc .. he looked confused.."yes buddy those are sports heh"

I said quickly "Why don't you just quit your job you don't need it anymore you're only purpose in life is to serve your Bros... Why don't you just get into it and come with us will take care of you"

We will be requiring mouth and hole privileges since you're going to be our new team whore.. we are assuming that you're okay with that right bro?

He stuttered..." Sureee sir wutt ever you want sir, I'm here to serve you and your bros "

I smiled, looked at my fellow teammates and Bros .." okay boy practice sneakers up and follow us to the parking lot so we can fit you in your new gold jersey and tracksuit that's going to say " community hole" on the back.... The boy now called "slut" responded while drooling by just nodding his head up and down and let us carry on doing whatever we wanted.....

That was last week, currently while I'm writing this he's in between my legs sucking my massive cock, with cum stains from all the teammates all over his face stuck in his facial hair.. I lit my splif and thought" Eric you deserve this ,this is the life bro"

Stay Golden br0s

So who wants to be supported by a group of br0s that got your back slutted out, himboed n broified?? Give in to your true self join the Golden Army! @brodygold is glad to answer your message to help you get set up and become golden Jersey included.

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I guess u boys didn't like my sweaty Nikes?

I'll just repost this bro lmk u would sniff me

❤️ Like and share the wealth

Sniff me br0?

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The Interview

Ben adjusted his tie nervously, his fingers fumbling against the silk fabric as he sat in the reception area. This was his big break: a chance to work as a data analyst for the prestigious Golden Army. He had spent countless hours perfecting his resume and rehearsing answers to potential questions. Now, all that preparation boiled down to a single meeting with Captain Scott.

Ben glanced at his reflection in the polished glass of the office door. His charcoal suit was crisp, his blue tie perfectly knotted. He looked the part, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he didn’t belong here. Soccer wasn’t exactly his passion; numbers were. He could crunch statistics, perform regression analysis, and optimize strategies—that was his real talent. Surely the Golden Army would see his value, even if he wasn’t an athlete.

The door to the inner office opened, and a tall man with a commanding presence stepped out. Captain Scott—a broad-shouldered Brit with a sharp jawline and piercing eyes—surveyed the room. His golden soccer jersey, emblazoned with the team’s emblem, caught the light as he turned his gaze to Ben.

“Ah, you must be Ben,” Scott said, his British accent smooth yet authoritative. “Come on in, lad.”

Ben rose quickly, nearly tripping over his own feet as he followed Scott into the office. The room was adorned with Golden Army memorabilia: framed jerseys, championship trophies, and photos of triumphant players. Scott gestured to a chair, and Ben sat down, clutching his briefcase like a lifeline.

Scott leaned against his desk, arms crossed. “Now then, Ben, I’ll get straight to it. I’ve had a look at your resume. Impressive stuff. But I’m afraid there’s a bit of bad news.”

Ben’s heart sank. “Bad news?”

“Aye. The data analyst position’s already been filled,” Scott said, his tone apologetic but firm. “Just last week, in fact.”

Ben’s stomach churned. “Oh, I see. Well, thank you for considering me,” he said, rising from his chair. “I appreciate the opportunity.”

Scott held up a hand. “Hold on, lad. I’ve got another idea.”

Ben paused, curiosity flickering through his disappointment. “Another idea?”

Scott’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “Aye. It’s not exactly what you came here for, but it’s a position that’s crucial to the Golden Army. And I reckon you might be just the man for it.”

Ben tilted his head. “What kind of position?”

Scott’s smile widened. “Let me show you.” He snapped his fingers.

The sound echoed in Ben’s ears, sharp and commanding. For a moment, he felt a strange tingling sensation coursing through his body. He blinked, trying to shake it off, but the feeling only intensified. His muscles began to ache, then burn, as if he’d just completed a grueling workout.

“W-what’s happening?” Ben stammered, clutching the arms of the chair. He looked down and gasped. His once-slender arms were bulging, his biceps swelling with newfound strength. His chest expanded, his shoulders broadening, and his legs thickened, stretching the fabric of his trousers.

“Relax, lad,” Scott said, his tone calm but commanding. “You’re becoming who you were meant to be.”

Ben’s mind raced, but it was becoming harder to think. The numbers and equations that had once dominated his thoughts were slipping away, replaced by something simpler, more primal. Images of soccer fields, roaring crowds, and the camaraderie of a team flooded his mind. He tried to hold on to his old self, but it was like gripping sand; it all slipped through his fingers.

His suit and tie began to shimmer, the fabric dissolving into golden threads. The threads wove themselves into a shiny golden soccer jersey, snug against his newly muscular frame. His trousers transformed into matching shorts, and his dress shoes hardened into gleaming gold soccer cleats.

Ben’s breathing steadied, his initial panic giving way to a strange sense of purpose. He looked up at Scott, his eyes now bright with determination.

“How do you feel, lad?” Scott asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Ben stood, flexing his powerful arms. “I feel… incredible,” he said, his voice deeper, more confident. The hesitation that had marked his earlier speech was gone. “What position do you need me to play, Captain?”

Scott clapped him on the shoulder. “That’s the spirit! You’ll be our new striker. Quick, agile, and unstoppable. Just what the Golden Army needs.”

Ben nodded, the role already feeling natural. “I won’t let you down, sir.”

“I know you won’t,” Scott said, his tone firm but encouraging. “Welcome to the team, lad.”

As Ben left the office, he no longer felt like the nervous data analyst who had walked in just minutes ago. He was a striker for the Golden Army, a proud member of the team. And he couldn’t wait to hit the field.

As Ben stepped outside into the bright sunlight, the world seemed sharper, more vibrant. His cleats clicked against the pavement as he made his way toward the training grounds. It was strange; just an hour ago, he couldn’t have imagined himself even holding a soccer ball, let alone playing professionally. Now, he felt an unshakable drive to prove himself, to be the best.

The training field stretched out before him, a lush expanse of green bordered by gleaming bleachers. A group of players was already warming up, their golden jerseys shining in the sun. They moved with precision and confidence, their camaraderie evident in their easy laughter and banter. Ben hesitated for a moment, suddenly unsure of how to approach them.

“Oi, new guy!” one of the players called, jogging over. He was tall and lean, with sharp features and a mischievous grin. “You must be the new striker. I’m Brody, co-captain. Welcome to the team.”

Ben shook his hand, the firm grip reinforcing his new reality. “Thanks. I’m Ben.”

Brody raised an eyebrow. “Ben, eh? Not anymore, mate. You’re part of the Golden Army now. We’ve got a tradition here: new name, new start. How about… Blaze? Got a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”

Blaze. The name resonated with him, sparking a sense of pride and excitement. “Blaze it is,” he said, grinning.

“Good on ya, Blaze. Let’s see what you’ve got,” Brody said, tossing him a soccer ball. “Warm up with us.”

Blaze joined the other players, quickly falling into the rhythm of the drills. His body moved with an ease and power that felt both foreign and familiar. Each pass, each shot, each sprint reinforced his new identity. By the time practice ended, he was drenched in sweat but exhilarated.

As the team gathered around Scott for a debrief, the captain’s gaze fell on Blaze. “Not bad for your first day, lad. Keep this up, and you’ll be unstoppable.”

Blaze nodded, determination etched on his face. He had found his place, his purpose. The Golden Army wasn’t just a team; it was a family. And he was ready to give it everything he had.

After the team dispersed, Scott called out, “Blaze, a word in my office.”

Blaze followed Scott back to the office, his heart pounding slightly. He wasn’t sure what to expect. Once inside, Scott closed the door and leaned against the desk, studying Blaze with a thoughtful expression.

“You’ve adapted faster than I expected,” Scott said, his voice softer now. “Most lads take a bit of time to find their footing, but you… you’re something special.”

Blaze felt his cheeks warm at the compliment. “Thank you, sir. I just want to do my best for the team.”

Scott smiled, his eyes glinting. “That’s what I like to hear.” He stepped closer, his tone dropping. “But there’s more to being part of the Golden Army than just skill on the field. It’s about trust, loyalty… connection.”

Blaze swallowed hard, the air between them charged. “I understand, Captain.”

Scott’s gaze lingered on him, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. Then, with deliberate intent, Scott reached out, his hand resting lightly on Blaze’s shoulder. “Do you?”

Blaze nodded, his voice barely a whisper. “Yes.”

Scott leaned in, his lips brushing against Blaze’s in a kiss that was both firm and tender. Blaze responded instinctively, his hands resting on Scott’s waist as he deepened the kiss. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in the quiet, golden-lit office.

When they finally pulled apart, Scott’s eyes searched Blaze’s, a rare vulnerability showing beneath his confident exterior. “Welcome to the team, Blaze. Truly.”

Blaze smiled, his heart racing. “I’m proud to be here, Captain.”

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Sniff me br0?

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The party favor

I was jus mindin my own bizness Br0 , I swear.

I can't help it if they want to stair at me Br0 💪🏼 ...L👀ks like the boys from the wedding party and I are going to have a party of our own ! I think today Ill be the party favor to enjoy..

I yelled to everyone "come on bros suck on my tits and rub my big muscles , worship me" and you , over there, and u , Yes both of you ! I said , "take turns sucking my cock and mancunt until I shoot all over ur faces Br0"

Do u wanna be the party favor for your Br0s ..don't wait join us the Golden army!!

@brodygold was super chill and he will help u get set up with a jersey , be the himbo u always were br0.

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New Year, New Me

A Mixture of Fact and Fiction

The rain poured relentlessly, soaking through my thin jacket as I trudged along the edge of the bridge. My breath fogged in the cold air, mingling with the silent tears streaming down my face. I had stopped wiping them away hours ago—it didn’t matter. The rain was doing a fine job of disguising my brokenness.

What a year...

In January, I’d lost my job. A position I thought was secure, a career I’d dedicated years to, gone in a single meeting where words like "downsizing" and "unprecedented times" were thrown around. The severance package was cold comfort, especially as the months stretched on and my savings drained away.

By spring, I had sent out dozens upon dozens of resumes. I’d tailored each one meticulously, written cover letters that begged for a chance, and scoured job boards for hours. And yet, nothing. Not one callback, not one single interview all year.

By summer, the walls felt like they were closing in. I’d started snapping at my friends, not because of anything they did, but because the pressure inside me needed an outlet. It came to a head at a birthday party in July. The meltdown wasn’t dramatic—no shouting or flipping tables—but my words cut deep. I left our group chats in an impulsive decision. I tried to reach out again the next day but was essentially told to get lost, that groups aren't a buffet where you pick and choose to join or leave on a whim.

By fall, I was completely isolated. My small apartment felt like a prison, the silence oppressive. I tried to focus on the little things—cleaning, cooking, exercising—but even those became Herculean tasks.

And now, here I was, on New Year’s Eve, wandering through the city like a depressed ghost. The city lights shimmered through the downpour, blurred and distorted. A metaphor for my life, I thought bitterly. Everything I’d once seen so clearly was now a warped mess.

I hadn’t come to the bridge with any specific intentions. I wasn’t planning to jump, at least not at first. But there was something comforting about standing at the edge, staring down at the rushing water below. It made it so tempting to just let go...

“Hey, wait!”

A hand grabbed my shoulder, yanking me backward with surprising strength. I stumbled, nearly losing my footing, and turned to face a man standing in the rain. He was tall, with piercing hazel eyes and a warm, genuinely concerned expression that cut through the gloom like a ray of sunlight. His golden soccer jersey gleamed even in the downpour, almost glowing against the darkness.

“You shouldn’t be walking so close to the edge,” he said, his voice calm but firm.

I blinked at him, stunned. “Mind your own business. It's not like anyone would care either way.”

“I would,” he interrupted gently, "and it’s a bad place to be, especially on a night like this.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but the look in his eyes stopped me. He wasn’t just saying words; he understood. Somehow, this stranger saw the storm raging inside me.

“I’m Brody,” he said, extending a hand.

I hesitated, then shook it. “Michael.”

“Michael,” Brody repeated, as if testing how it felt. “I’ve got a place where you can stay tonight. Dry, warm, and safe.”

“I don’t have any money,” I mumbled, shame creeping into my voice.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m not offering you a hotel room. I’m offering you something better. A chance to be part of something bigger. The Golden Army—a team where everyone belongs. We’ve got a place for you, too.”

I stared at him, trying to process his words. A team? A group of strangers who just…take people in like lost puppies? It sounded too good to be true.

“You don’t have to decide now,” Brody said, as if sensing my hesitation. “Come to the stadium tonight. Just get out of the rain and rest. That’s all I’m asking.”

There was something about the way he looked at me—gentle but unwavering. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had looked at me like that, with genuine care.

The weight of the rain and my exhaustion finally tipped the scales. I nodded. “Okay.”

The stadium was unlike anything I’d expected—grand, but somehow inviting. Brody led me through a side entrance, past rows of gleaming trophies and framed jerseys. The air inside was warm, carrying a faint scent of grass and leather.

“Here we are,” Brody said, pushing open a door to a locker room. It was pristine, yet it had a lived-in feel. Rows of lockers stood neatly, each labeled with a name and number. A pile of golden jerseys sat on a bench, their fabric shimmering under the fluorescent lights.

He handed me a towel and gestured toward a small cot tucked in a corner. “It’s not much, but it’s dry. Sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.”

I hesitated, feeling like an intruder, but the exhaustion was too much to fight. I collapsed onto the cot, too tired to even pull off my shoes. As my eyes closed, I felt a strange warmth spread through me, like the first rays of sunlight after a long, cold night.

That warmth grew as I slept, spreading from my core to every inch of my body. It wasn’t unpleasant—in fact, it felt like I was being wrapped in sunlight despite the darkness of the room.

It began in my chest, a soft tingling that soon turned into a gentle pressure. My muscles, once soft and underused, stretched and thickened as if they were waking from a long slumber. My shoulders broadened, my arms filled out, and my hands, which had always seemed frail, grew stronger, their grip firm and sure.

The transformation worked its way downward, my torso flattening and hardening as if carved from stone. I could feel my posture straightening, my spine aligning perfectly, and my chest expanding with each breath, deeper and steadier than before.

My legs, which had carried me through countless city streets in defeat, now pulsed with energy. The muscles in my thighs and calves grew firm and powerful, as though they were made for running, for sprinting across a field with purpose.

A warmth enveloped my skin, chasing away the paleness of months spent indoors. A healthy tan spread over me, as if I had spent weeks under the sun. Even my face felt different—stronger, more defined, though I couldn’t yet see it.

My clothes shifted along with me. The soaked, threadbare jacket and shirt I had fallen asleep in melted away, replaced by something smoother, more substantial. When the fabric settled, I could feel the cool, silky touch of a golden soccer jersey against my skin. It fit perfect, snug but comfortable, as though it had been tailored just for me. The number 10 was emblazoned on the back, bold and unmistakable.

As the transformation neared its end, a sense of vitality surged through me. My exhaustion, my aches, my despair—all of it was gone, replaced by a strength I had never known.

When I woke, I felt…different. My first thought was how deeply and peacefully I had slept, something I hadn’t experienced in months. My second thought was that I felt light—not just physically, but emotionally.

I sat up slowly, blinking in sleep. I hadn't slept for more than a few hours at most, if the darkness outside was any indication, but I felt invigorated.

My arms caught my attention first. They were toned and muscular, the veins faintly visible beneath the tan skin.

“What…?”

I stood, and my reflection in a nearby mirror stopped me cold. A man I barely recognized stared back. His hair was dark and thick, his jawline strong, his shoulders broad. He was wearing a gleaming golden soccer jersey, the number 10 shining proudly.

I ran my hands over my face, my arms, my torso. It was all real. I was real.

“You look good in gold.”

I turned to see Brody leaning casually against the doorway, his easy smile lighting up the room.

“What…what happened to me?” I stammered.

“You’re part of the team now,” Brody said simply. “The Golden Army isn’t just a team, Michael. It’s a family. A place where everyone has a role, a purpose.”

I felt a lump in my throat and struggled to speak. “Why me? I’m just…a mess.”

Brody walked over, placing a hand on my shoulder. “We’ve all been messes, Michael. That’s why the Golden Army exists—to help each other. You’re not alone anymore.”

As the clock struck midnight, the stadium erupted in cheers. The team had gathered on the field to celebrate the new year, and they pulled me into the circle without hesitation.

“To new beginnings!” Richard shouted, raising a water bottle like a toast.

“To new beginnings!” we all echoed, laughter and joy filling the air.

“Happy New Year,” Brody said softly.

Without thinking, he leaned closer, and so did I. Lips brushed, a warmth that lingered. My world was golden.

The past year had been rough, but with a new group of bros by my side, my future seemed bright for the first time.

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It's a winter wonderland Br0 !

Love sitting in the cold with no pants wit a nother br0. We don't need pants, our pumped muscles keep all the heat in Br0 !

Look at those quads Br0 they literally keep growing 💛💪🏼

Don't miss leg day Br0 !

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Merry Christmas Eve and happy holidays br0s ! If u can't be with ur bro(s) on Christmas make sure you spend time with him (them) before Nye for some boys only time

Who's gonna stay in my naughty list all year huh?