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[wannabepup]

no joke, i looked up to get into a wrestling team and/or some cycling group and almost joined just to wear the gear, and your posts for sure had a role in that... oh and also for the fantasy of getting turned into one of them by some sweaty gear 🙈

I would say that the love of the gear is as valid a reason as any to get into a new sport. You certainly wouldn't be alone - most of the enthusiasts that I know of online share the same obsession. You could say that they've been transformed by their own obsession, in a way.

Why else would they love to gear up and show off their tight-fitting kit at every opportunity?

Give in to your desire for a good reason - join those teams and gear up! You never know just what you might discover in the process. 💪🏼

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your hypnotised by the musk, story is a favourite of mine, Id love to smell musky gear, cleats, clothes, to imagine what it would be like to be a football jock

I’d been scrolling online through shit for hours. Loops, ten-minute wank bait, poor quality robotic audios and limp spirals. Nothing actually did anything.

I was horny, tired, half-naked and I just wanted to get my mind ruined, ride a hypno-high and cum. But it all just felt empty and fake.

And then I found it.

A thread, buried in a Reddit thread. It had instructions, downloading a browser, getting on the dark web. It seemed a little overkill but the edginess was kinda hot. With all this work needed it must be good.

And then I saw the logo. Just a symbol: a jockstrap, twisted into a loop, like a snake eating its own tail. No name, no link, just the logo.

I clicked it.

The tab blinked for a second… and then went black.

And then it started.

A dim red light. Metal walls. A single chair, close to the screen. A man stood next to it… fuck he was hot. Athletic, tall, shirtless under a black puffer, his abs and pecs slick with sweat like he’d just worked out and not showered.

He was huge, thick thighs, bulging abs and a visible pec shelf. And the kind of musk that you could picture through a screen, like he was right next to you. Somehow it hit me, like a pair or ripe warm socks smothering my face.

I gagged. My cock jumped.

Then he turned and looked straight at me in the camera.

“Well, well… who’s this?” His voice was low, mocking with a thick London accent. “No protection. No VPN. Not even an antivirus. You’ve gone too deep haven’t you”

My mouse wouldn’t move.

I tried again… nothing. My hands weren’t working. I couldn’t even force myself to blink properly. It felt like sleep paralysis except I was wide awake.

“Don’t worry, you’re in the right place mate” the chav smirked. “Let’s give the lads something fun”

The screen split in two.

On the right… me.

Sitting at my desk, shirtless, eyes wide, lips parted and cock at full mast, frozen in place. It was me, on stream. A red counter in the corner.

LIVE

Thousands of viewers and more pouring in. I felt heat crawling up my neck. My face flushing.

Then the chat lit up.

[MuskLad91 tipped £10]: Look at that twink. Bet he smells way too clean.

[Spunkbank69 tipped £25]: And smart, look at the book on his bookcase. Knock that IQ down a notch. He’s too clever for this.

[BootBoy83 donated £40]: Fuck yeah. Let him smell it proper. Make it extra strong, make him love it. Double donation.

I didn’t feel the change.

I just felt it leave, my thoughts slipping away, like bath water down a plug. Like I wasn’t even aware of what I was losing, just feeling… lighter. My jaw went slack. My eyes glazing a little.

And then the stink hit me.

It’s like my room was filled with it. Raw crotch sweat, days old gym kit, spit licked armpits. I could taste it on the back of my tongue. My stomach turning but my cock just twitching harder now.

“You’re getting ripe, mate,” the chav said, grinning.

[AlphaGod tipped £100]: Deepen his voice. Grow the meat. Lock it up. Make him horny and helpless.

My throat cracked. Literally. I made a noise, low and breathy, like a gym bro grunting mid-wank. And suddenly my cock surged in my joggers. I felt it snake up, stretching, growing.

The sensation was ecstasy, pure stimulation, and it just kept going. 5… 6… 7… I rolled my head and eyes back in something between pain and euphoria. Until it stopped at 10 inches… thick and sensitive… leaking and throbbing.

I was so fucking horny now. I needed to jack off. “Fuck” I cried. My hips thrusting, I couldn’t help it. Until suddenly a tight black metal cage clamped around it. Heavy, humming. The weight, the ache, the denial was immediate.

[JockLover]: He’s getting into it. Look at him humping the chair like a horny little jock slut.

[ChavBaiter]:Proper chav meat. Let's take his brain.

I didn’t even realise I was moving at this point, it was all too much. Grinding forward in the chair, tongue out, moaning hard. My mind felt like sludge. Like all I knew my stink and ache and needing more.

[FinalForm tipped £250]: Grow him big. Like a himbo. Add stretch marks. Make him flex for us or suffer.

I flexed. My body inflating with muscle as I did. Not even a choice, it felt good. My arms rose and ballooned. My new traps flared. My pecs bounced, soaked with sweat. I licked my pic. My skin tasted of salt, sweat, days of unwashed effort. I grinned. The dumbest, happiest, emptiest grin.

There was something I was supposed to remember.

Gone.

Just a smell now. Just a need. Just… show off.

[DOMZONE tipped £1000]: Make him fuck himself. Fucking hard. I want that hole tight but willing. Let him rut like the chav he is.

My head lolled. I bent forward. My own arm in my face, inhaling deep thick breaths of musk, licking the hair, the sweat. Savouring my own sweet taste. My musk. Fuck I smelled amazing. My nose pushing deeper into my now bushy pits and my tongue lapped, craving, savouring.

My hips pumped the chair like a dog in heat. I heard moaning. Me. Moaning for it. Showing off. Flexing. Lost.

My fingers found their way into my tight hole. And I choked on a moan. Fuckkkkk. I forced them in hard. Waves of pleasure taking over as I drove them deeper and deeper with each thrust. My cock leaking, my head empty, face smothered.

I couldn’t speak, but I didn’t need to.

They knew. I knew.

Then the chav leaned in. Face close to the camera. Eyes like heat behind glass.

“Alright lads,” he said, voice thick and sticky. “Bidding starts at ten grand. Who wants to own this filthy little kit slut?”

I looked straight into the lens, flexing, putting on a show.

Smiling.

Soaked.

Ready.

[SYSTEM]: Auction starting in 3… 2… 1…

[wannabepup]

want to post a suggestive pic but i already lost one account i don't want to lose another

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Love all the tight and sleek gear your chavs are wearing, so sexy... it would be so great to wear something like that without being self conscious about it and with body to match... maybe if I had some friends leading by example

Yo, dude! If you wanna be a sick, totally ripped boss in rad threads, I got your back! And if you're feeling unsure, no worries! How about sporting a mask so you can ease into the new vibe incognito? Trust me, your two bosses will have your back, keeping you in check! #dank #fitfam #swaggy

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[wannabepup]

So are you saying that even something like wrestling or biking has a Golden division? I recently saw some guy in tight golden gear in my gym recently and I was wondering about that 👀

Exactly, bro. Every sport is getting the Golden Army treatment. We’ll be dominating every sport soon enough, even the more obscure ones like water polo will be golden. Of course, with all these new sports comes rosters to fill. That’s where our recruiters come into the picture.

You happened to run into one of our top recruiters at the gym. Drew’s the head of the wrestling team, and his imposing figure means he doesn’t take no for an answer. He noticed you checking him out, but he didn’t say anything. He just winked at you and went back to his routine.

You couldn’t get the image of Drew out of your head. His shiny golden singlet perfectly fitting to his jock frame. Imagining a singlet on your own body. You needed to see him again. You need to wear that singlet. You need to be a golden soldier in our army.

So you head back the next day. Drew has a knowing smile on his face, as if he’s expecting you. And he is. He’s one of our top recruiters for a reason. He hands you the golden singlet and you immediately put it on, eager to become a true bro.

As you put the singlet on, your body changes to fit into the perfect image of a wrestler. Your mind goes blank, only being able to focus on how to wrestle and hang with your bros. You don’t need anything else, bro. We can take care of you. Your old name is soon forgotten, replaced with a cool new jock name for your cool new jock body. How about Dale? I think it suits you.

Welcome to the team, bro! I know you’ll fit in nicely. Everyone always does.

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Who’s a Good Boy?

Danny confidently strode down the sidewalk, his ginger dog pulling him along. The confident gym buff was lost in thought, planning out his day and how he was going to meet his buds that evening. He didn’t even notice the hulking man stomping behind him. Danny bent down and rubbed his dog’s slender face. The large man approaches Danny and his dog, his shadow enveloping the pair.

“Such a pretty little dog, aren’t you?” the older man cooed. His large hairy muscles pressing firmly against his dress shirt. Tufts of thick hair covered the man’s meaty forearms and chest. Danny looked up at the 40 something year old man. The man stared right back at him.

Danny stood back up, his eyes now fixated on the stranger. Even standing straight, Danny only reached the man’s collar bones. The man must have been at least 6’3. His broad shoulders and muscles were layered with a thick fatness. This only further intimidated the young 24-year-old.

“You can pet him if you want?” Danny shrugged. “He’s a young one. Loves attention. Especially behind his ear.”

“Mind if I-” The silver fox asked as he leaned in.

“Sure.” Danny agreed, his eyes travelled towards his dog, waiting for the man to bend down. But the man didn’t…

Danny felt an odd sensation emit from his head. He furrowed his brow as he realised what was happening. Still staring at the dog, Danny felt the old man’s hand run through his own hair in a soft repetitive motion. Danny looked at the man in confusion as the man continued to pet Danny’s head.

Danny, still taken aback by the whole situation, sighed in disgust. “What the hell are you doing? I meant the dog. Obviously, not me. The dog.”

“I am petting the dog, boy.” The man smiles softly, still rubbing Danny’s thick luscious hair. “And what a good boy he is…”

“Get off me-” Danny grabbed the man’s arm before the man’s hand slipped down behind his ear. He began scratching intensely. The scratching caught Danny by surprise. Danny’s entire train of thought was destroyed by the man’s fingers running behind his ear. His eyes rolling into the back of his head. Pleasure shot throughout his body, all emanating from the man’s thick fat finger scratches.

“That’s a good boy.” The bald man grinned deviously through his thick beard.

GOOD. BOY. The words repeated softly in Danny’s head, disrupting every part of his mind, not allowing him to form a single original thought. His mind completely focused on the head scratching and the older man’s captivating praise. ‘Good boy…’

“Ohhhhh fuckkkkkkkk” Danny moaned leaning into the man’s head scratching.

“You’re such a good boy for your owner, aren’t you? Such a good boy.”

GOOD. BOY. OWNER. The words rang more intensely in Danny’s pleasure filled head. He felt his knees begin to buckle as pleasure shot through his groin, causing his cock to stand at full attention. Danny felt at peace as his owner continued scratching behind his ear, just like Danny always liked it.

Danny jumped backwards with a sudden jolt of energy. His rational brain kicking back into action. Why did he say owner? This man… this man wasn’t his owner. No one owned Danny… or at least he thought. But he was beginning to question whether that was true. What was the man doing to his brain? Danny still felt the remnants of hot warm pleasure flowing through his body.

As Danny spiralled into confusion, he felt a cold thick fabric make contact with his neck. The fabric wrapped around his entire neck and was solidified with a loud CLICK. Danny looked down to see a collar on his neck. A thick leather collar with a round metal plate hanging off the front. The plate read “REX”, followed by the contact information of a phone number that Danny had never seen before. Even more shocking, while Danny was looking at his new label, he realised he was completely naked. Butt naked. On complete display for the man to ogle at and sexualise.

“C’mere boy.” The fat muscle man motioned Danny over before noticing the 24-year-old gym buff was gaining too much self-awareness. He could see Danny looked panicked.

“Who’s a good boy?” The man condescendingly cooed at Danny. “You are. You’re a good boy!”

Another wave of pleasure washed over Danny, his eyes rolling back into his head. The hot sensation flooded his body, leaving him a sweaty moaning mess. His mind refused to think. Completely blank with the pleasure of his master’s words. He felt so relaxed. So at peace. So at home hearing his master’s affirmations.

Noticing that his magic words were succeeding in mindfucking his subject, the man continued to tease the boy.

“You’re such a fucking good boy. The best boy. I wanna breed your fuckable bouncy ass when we get home. Put a litter of pups in you!” The man enthusiastically laughed.

His owner’s affirmation shot the most intense pleasure through Danny. More intense than any orgasm. Than any drug. It was so addicting. So orgasmic. Danny wanted more. He wanted his owner to compliment him, flirt with him, fuck him… The heat shot through his legs, causing them to buckle even more intensely this time. Danny fell onto all fours, his tongue flopping out of his mouth. The good boy panted as drool dripped off his tongue, his eyes still in the back of his head. His cock grew harder and harder, gathering all his smarts and his sophistication in his balls, ready to be shot out onto the sidewalk. He began absentmindedly swaying his hips side-to-side, completely mindfucked.

“That’s right.” Danny’s owner hunkered down on this thighs and whispered. “Such a good dog.”

Danny, still drooling his brains out, felt a sensation building in his throat… a sound. A sound that was trying to escape his throat and expose his new self to the world. The sound built in his throat more and more. Another one shot up his throat, causing his cheeks to puff up.

“That’s it boy. Let it happen. Let it out. It’s natural. You’re just a dumb dog. Let the world know.” The man whispered sensually, causing Danny’s erect dick to pulse, ready to shoot out his brains onto the ground. Danny found his ass begin to shake violently, side-to-side, wagging his non-existent tail. Fur sprouted on Danny’s hairless chest and face. He moaned more and more intensely for everyone on the street to see. A complete spectacle for passerbys to witness.

He resisted. He couldn’t. Another sound shot up his throat and died in his puffed cheeks.

“C’mon Rex. Be a good dog, let it out!” Danny’s master demanded. He harshly slapped the boy’s fat ass, forcing out the humiliating sounds…

WRUFFFFFF WRUFFFFFF

The feeling of letting out his true nature, his canine nature, sent Danny over the edge. With one forceful hump, Danny shot out all his human abilities and smarts onto the ground. His humanity and dignity was now just a puddle of cum on the tarmac. Cum that would be left behind and disintegrated by the sun and washed up by the rain, never to be seen again.

Danny was now “Rex”. The dumb obedient dog, that is ever so eager to please his master. Whether it be getting his ass fucked all day, waiting around in his cage for Master to come home or eating dog food from his dog bowel, Rex does it all. He does it for him… the person he loves the most. The only person that exists in Rex’s world… his owner.

Rex’s owner smiled. “C’mon boy. It’s time to go home…”

[wannabepup]

New Gym

By: jockdudes95

The name is Misha. I have two sisters and three brothers but they’re not particularly involved in this story.

I’m eighteen. So I’m legal. Don’t worry. All the salacious things I do in this story are on the up and up. Before I show you what I look like now, I figure I should start at the beginning. This is how it started. Look at me. 

I didn’t look half bad. But I had to get bigger. I had to get stronger. I have three brothers I have to catch up to. Three shadows to step out from under. I tried exercising and I joined gyms but nothing was helping. My body wasn’t getting bigger or stronger.

Then I was approached.

I was walking home. There he was. A guy I had seen a few times in the gym but he was bigger now than he had been two weeks ago. Taller. At least half a foot. Thicker. He was coated in sweat and playing basketball. He peered over and motioned me over.

“Come here.” He said with a smile that could moisten any woman up. His biceps flexed as he pointed at the ground in front of him. His pecs popped. Not gonna lie, my cock twitched. 

I walked over. Stood where he pointed.

“You trying to pump up? I see you at the gym a lot.”

“Yeah. I want… To look like You.”

That made his smirk widen. “Me, huh? What if I said you could… Be like me… And bigger?”

I looked at him. His thick full pecs. His abs. His thick biceps. They were big. I looked down. He saw my eyes trailing. He smirked and lifted his shorts. He showed off those thick thighs. Then he cupped his stuffed package.

“Like the view, little jock?” I could see the fat tube of his cock as he gripped his crotch and flexed his thighs.

“I can… Get… Bigger than this?”

He grinned. “Yes. Bigger… Here…. Here.. Here…” He patted his chest, biceps, thighs, then gave his cock a stroke. “And here…”

Something about it made my knees weak. Something about the way it pulsed within the confines of his shorts, throbbed between thick thighs. I wanted to see it.

“I… I want… To be bigger. Make me like you.”

He patted my shoulder. “Alright. Follow me. I got a gym for you to join.”

“A gym? I’m already in a gym.”

He laughed. “That’s not a gym. That’s bull. I go there to recruit people for a real gym. I find the ones with the most potential. And right now. It’s you. Name’s Blaine. Let’s go. The Himbo Project is where you need to be… Now first. What’s your name?”

-=-=-=-=-

The building he took me to didn’t look like much. But when I went inside it was not what I expected.

There were the usual pieces of workout equipment. But none of that caught my eye quite like all the men around. All the built. Sweaty. Muscular. Thickly built. Half naked. Tall. Jocks. The area had a circulating air purifier. But even then the whole building smelled of men. Of testosterone. Of raw pure masculinity. 

One walked over. His eyes falling in me. He had four inches of height on me. His body glistening under the lights.

“Yo. Blaine. This the newbie?” The guy spoke with an accent. His pecs bounced with each breath.

“This is him. His name is Misha. Misha, this is Luis. He’s been with us for a month. He looked like you when he got here. He’s going to help you get stronger. Bigger. Luis, remember, no rough stuff.”

“Oh come on. The last guy liked it… ” Luis sneered and slapped his own pec. “Ok. Fine. Come on. Gonna give you your first case of Jock Brews. Will tell you how the different types of brew work. Then you choose whichever you want. Then… Well the fun begins…”

-=-=-=-=-

There are several kinds of Jock Serum. They came in cans that made me think of beer. Jock Serum: Original, Jock Serum X-Treme, Jock Serum XXXL, and Jock Serum XXXL Max.

“The original is good. Weakest type. Good for beginners.” Made sense. It was the largest can. Looking like a 32 ounce beer can. “The Max is the strongest stuff.” Luis explained. It’s why it comes in smaller bottles. Like those 5 hour energy drink shots.

“I want the Max.” Luis looked at me as I said that.

“You got balls, kid.” He said with a smirk. “This stuff is strong. And there’s side effects.”

“Don’t care. I want it.” 

Luis nodded and motioned to the small case on the table. “Take one and let’s go. Your training starts now.”

I emptied the small bottle. I felt the effects immediately. I could do do this…

-=-=-=-=-

I forgot how it’s been. Time just flew by during training. Strength, durability, stamina. It was grueling. I also downed so many of the tiny bottles; one at a time at first then I got impatient. I chugged four of them.

That night I underwent the biggest change. The pain surpassed everything else. Then came the pleasure. I called for Luis and he saw what I did… But, rather than rat me out, he took me to “the education annex” in the basement of the gym. He sat me down. 

“You want to get bigger… Right? Look at you. Looking good. Better than before. Now though comes the real training…”

“Real training?” My chest felt tighter in my shirt. My biceps felt bigger.

“I’m going to put this VR headset on you… And you’re going to sit back… But first. Drink.” He held out a bottle of XXXL Max. Bigger than the others. I chugged it. He slid the VR set over my head. The earphones slid on comfortably.

“Hey, Bro. Can you hear me?” The voice echoed in my ears. “Stand up if you can. Good… Look at the colors. They’re nice, right? Sink into them. Like quicksand. Sink into the colors.”

I felt heavy yet weightless. I was standing. I had gotten up. On command.

“Time for you to learn what this whole gym is about, Bro. Gonna learn what the Himbo Project and the Serum are for. What you were selected for. You’re not just any guy picked up off the street. You’re a bro. Well, you will be. You will be soon enough. For now, sink into the colors. Swirling, pulsing, writhing light, let it burrow into your subconscious. Let my voice sink into your brain. Your cute tiny and soon to be shrinking brain. You’re smart. But you won’t be for long. 

Here’s what I want you to do. You took that concentrated XXXLMax. It’ll hit you in a second. When you do, the pain is going to wash over you like a goddamn tidal wave. Fight through it. Bite your lip. Flex. That’s what you need to do. Flex. Feel it? Feel it now? Washing over you? Pulsing pain, throbbing pain, coursing through your body?”

The pain hit as he said it, as he spoke about it. It was like an electrical charge down my spine. I groaned, stars flashing before my eyes as the pain increased.

“Flex. Flex you stupid ass. Flex you dumb motherfucker. Flex!”

I raised my arm. It felt like lead. I flexed my bicep. Immediately, there was pleasure. It coursed through me, starting at the bicep then spreading out. Another pulse of pain and I gasped.

“Flex again. Come on, bro. You know you felt that. You felt that pleasure. Flex.”

I flexed again, my bicep thickening and bulging as I did so and the pleasure washing over me.

“Oh, Oh Fuck.” I groaned and writhed a bit on my feet. 

“Good boy. Listen to my voice. Take it in. Let it sink into your mind. Your brain is shrinking. Your intelligence is slipping. All that matters is getting big, getting jocked, getting swole, bigger hot, getting sweaty. Be a bro. Flex.”

I did. The pleasure coursed through me again.

“You’re gonna be so stupid, bro. You’re gonna smile like an idiot when someone calls you dumb. Flex again. Both arms this time.”

I shuddered, both arms raised, flexed, and the pleasure increased, doubled, spread.

“You’re growing. Getting bigger. Your body is growing. Every time you flex, you get bigger. You get dumber. You feel it, don’t you? Yeah. Keep going. The bigger you get, the dumber you get. Flex. Yeah, don’t stop. You want to flex, you want to show off, you want to empty your brain. Thinking is an anchor, it keeps you from getting bigger, getting stronger, getting swole. Stop thinking. Don’t think. All you need to worry about is being a bro.

Flex.” The voice repeated. I did. 

My biceps thickened. Ballooned. I felt them. I felt the muscles expand and with each expansion, I felt pleasure. I could feel it coursing through my veins. I was breathing heavily, panting.

“You are going to be a bro. A big muscle jock. A sweaty, smelly, stupid, strong, hot jock. You’ll live for being a bro. You’ll be a big muscle bitch. Yes, a bitch. That’s what you’re here for. This is what this training is for. To train you. To change you. To make you into what you want to be.

A whore. A big thick muscle whore. A dick pig. A cock slut. Make that jock hole between those thick cheeks a deep greedy muscle pussy.

You’ll exist to suck cock. You’ll live to get pumped. And get pumped; full of fat throbbing cock. Black, white, Arab, it doesn’t matter who it’s from. You’ll love it. You need it. You want your slut jock hole filled, used, gaped, abused, flooded, again and again. 

Flex.”

I groaned, my body stretched and ballooned, I felt the growth. I felt my shirt getting tighter. Too tight. I felt hands on me.

“Stay still, bro,” Luis said. I could hear him through the headphones, far but he was standing in front of me. He tore the shirt open. It fell to the ground. I didn’t see it but I felt it.

The voice in my ears continued. “Get dumb. Forget your thoughts. Clear your thoughts. Think of getting bigger, swole, think of that, nothing else. Nothing else matters. Flex. Moan. Be a good bitch. A good muscle slut. Your thick perfect beefy ass will be desired by men all over. They’ll see it. They’ll want it. And you will be happy to give it up, to raise that juicy ass up, to beg them to fuck it, to pound it, to beat it into submission. You’ll straddle any and all men that present their cocks to you and you’ll ride, you’ll post, until they empty themselves into you, and then you’ll move to the next man, and repeat, again and again. This is what you’ll be.”

Images flashed across my eyes. Images of men. Jocks. Muscular. Hot. Sweaty. Dumb.

“Look at them. Bros. Sweaty. Stupid. Swole. Big. Thick juicy cheeks. See them? You’ll look like that soon.

Watch those cheeks. Watch them jiggle. Watch them work.”

The two jocks stripped out of their singlets. Muscles flexing. Bulging. Thick biceps and full round pecs. They approached a man. He’s got a muscle gut. Wearing a hat that says Coach.

“Love Coach. Follow his orders. Coach is King. Coach is God. Coach will send you to the men who’ll use you. You exist to be used. To be a pumped up fuck pig contantly hungry for cock, insatiable. Watch them work. Watch them twerk. Dance. Flex. Now, bro. Flex.”

My pants felt tight. I flexed again. My shorts ripped down the side. 

“Watch them work. Watch them suck. Watch them swallow that daddy cock. That could be you. That will be you. You’ll be a jock. You’ll be dumb. You’ll be horny… And always prepared to flex.”

I removed the headset. Luis was standing there. Smirking. Cock bulging his shorts. He was slowly stroking it. He had watched me.

“Mirror. Go look at your new body… Enjoy it… You’re going to get bigger soon… If you like what you see… Come thank me. On your knees…jock slut.”

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Sometimes the DRIVE 2 get a nice HARD WORKOUT in can arouse a a GROWING DESIRE 2 lose your mind 2 the PLEASURE of the next PUMP that u r EXCITED 2 sink DEEPER n2 ur JOCKBOY HIMBO training....

[wannabepup]

Hi, I was wondering if i could contact the Himbo Maker by any chance... I'm 28 and I have a pretty demanding job, managing projects and people and I seem not to get any pause, I don't eeven have time or energy to party or go to the gym. I would just like to not have to care about things, i would love for once having someone else think for me and care for me while I just relax and to obey him... oh sorry, i don't know where the word obey came from...

You’ve finally gotten a moment of peace. There are no fires to put out and everyone knows how to do the job they’re supposed to do. Which is why you feel ready to cry when you hear a notification from Slack. But it’s no one that you expect. In fact, you’ve never seen this user before.

Himbo_mkr: Bruh, your lunch is in your locker for after your workout.

You’re only confused for an instant before you remember that it’s time to clock out for lunch. You shut down all your devices and turn off all notifications except from this guy. Your gym time is sacred. Even though the gym around the corner seems unfamiliar at first, you find yourself easily going through a punishing arm day until you receive another notification.

Himbo_mkr: Bruh, I know it’s hard for you to focus, but you can’t be gettin’ horned up at the public gym!

You kinda space out halfway through reading the sentence, distracted by the hardening cock in your loose gym shorts. You close your boring messaging app and start scrolling your twitter feed, full of boys, muscles, and sex. Before long, you’re feeling up your sensitive nipples through your mesh tank top between sets, and you barely notice the next notification.

Himbo_mkr: Bruh, Big Bruh’s waiting in the sauna. Better go give him whatever he wants with those sexy DSLs of yours!

Instantly, you drop your weights and strut toward the sauna, enjoying the feeling of your shorts stretching around your thick ass and fat bulge. Your sexy body was basically designed by your smart Big Bruh. He wants a nice, muscular, stupid Lil Bruh to take care of, and you’re more than happy to follow his instructions! You can't wait to get his load down your throat and be his perfect obedient Bruh.

Want to chat with the Himbo Maker? He loves to twist your words, so be careful what you're asking for.

[wannabepup]

Himbo Maker: Misha

Misha was an Egirl: a European Guy In Real Life. He would do his makeup, put on fake eyelashes, a wig, and a pair of pink headphones with kitty cat ears, and stream video games online. He loved to troll new viewers by spending an hour or so doing a breathy, feminine voice, and then suddenly hit them with his natural Baltic baritone. The way the chat went crazy made it worth it every time.

The whole game was helped by how petit and curvy Misha had always been. Even in his twenties, he still had a soft, almost girlish body and stood at most of other guys’ sternums. Too bad he wasn’t a trans girl, or at least a gay boy, he sometimes thought, looking at his body in the mirror. Gay guys were supposed to go for little guys who looked like him.

One evening, Misha was just starting his stream when some user started acting really weird in chat. He had a username that almost seemed familiar to Misha, but the guy he was thinking of had always been polite and given insightful comments on Misha’s gaming. This guy’s messages were full of typos, and he couldn’t seem to stop talking about his muscles.

Misha was just about to ban the guy when an alert sounded: Misha’s charming, girly laugh, which indicated a user had just donated a hefty sum. Of course, it was this annoying brodude.

“Uh,” said Misha, almost forgetting to put on his femmy voice, “He says, “Bro, this guy liek wants to chat wiht u on stream.” And there’s a link in the donation.”

Clicking the link, Misha found himself looking at a chat website he’d never seen before. “Hold on, let me share my screen,” he simpered, sharing the chat window. Somehow, his usual screen name was already in the bar. It must have populated from his stream.

Mish-kittycat: Like, heyoooo! You okay with being on stream with me? (✿◠‿◠)

Himbo_mkr: No way, bruh! I love meeting new bros. Like, hi stream!

Misha was a bit offended that this chat partner would refer to him as a “bro.” But stream chat seemed interested, so he thought it could be worth a few minutes to humour the donater. It had been a fair amount of money.

Mish-kittycat: What do you want to talk about UwU

Himbo_mkr: Bro, you know that all I ever talk about are my sick gains and going out with guys, lmao

Okay, so this was a troll. They probably wanted to get Misha banned for lewdness or something. Still, at least it was original that the troll character was a gay guy. He rolled his eyes at the stream and said, out loud in his girl voice, “Looks like someone got mad enough to pay to speak with all this.” He gestured down his slim body in tonight’s outfit, a stereotypical Japanese maid costume.

Himbo_mkr: Huhuhu, bro, you clicked on the link. Didn’t force you to do it.

Misha froze. Of course the troll was watching the stream. “Heh, I don’t let meatheaded bullies boss me around,” he chirped, trying to save face.

Himbo_mkr: You sure? You sure like it when your chat bosses you around, bro.

Now this guy was just lying. Misha scowled, even though he knew the expression would make his foundation crack unattractively. “This is a really weird way to bully someone.” He looked at the stream chat, waiting for his subscribers to back him up.

But the character of the chat seemed to have changed. No, they had always been bossy, Misha suddenly remembered. They would tell Misha how to play his games all the time while he pretended to struggle. It was a key part of the dynamic of his channel that chat bossed him around, and right now they were telling him to go back to chatting with this guy. One guy even messaged, “No more talking, kitty. You’re only allowed to write in the chat.” Misha gave the camera a plaintive look, but listened. He always listened to his chat.

Mish-kittycat: So maybe you’re right about that one thing, but coming in here being rude is totally uncool (งᓀ‸ᓂ)ง

Himbo_mkr: Bro, I think we got off on the wrong foot. I was just tryna compliment you on your sick bis, dude.

Misha cocked his head, confused. He was the opposite of buff, that was why he was so good at dressing as a girl. But as he continued to think about it, he remembered all the hours he spent working on his arms. He kept a set of weights next to his bedroom door, and he did bicep curls to failure every time he went through the doorway. Yeah, his biceps were his pride and joy, and they were usually how he showed off his manliness when he revealed his deep voice and accent.

A tip came in. “Flex for us, kitty,” commanded the text-to-speech voice. With a smirk, Misha lifted up one of his arms, feeling it stretch the sleeve of his maid costume as the veins popped. Too bad the rest of his body hadn’t followed his arms and gotten bulky.

Himbo_mkr: We’re all waiting for you to drop your lifting routine, bro! You’ve been totally blowing up.

Misha blushed at the flattery. His physique wasn’t all that impressive. Sure, now that he thought about it, he had been really hitting the weights a lot and eating right. In fact, his room seemed to be full of lifting clothes and supplements as he looked around. But that was because some of his subscribers kept telling him to get to the gym and hit his macros. It had actually been really freeing to just let people pay to tell him what to do on his fitness journey. And it was paying off! Misha definitely couldn’t pass for a girl these days, which was why the channel had changed to be more about doing stuff in-game for the highest bidders.

The maid costume barely wrapped around Misha’s broad pecs, and the garters had torn when he’d tried to pull them up his thick thighs. Sure, it had been funny when the stream started and the chat had gotten Misha to show off his shoulder raises while dressed in a little maid skirt, but the polyester was really starting to chafe on his smooth muscles. It was a relief when a tip rolled in while Misha flexed and said “Kitty, wear comfy clothes.” The chat oooohed and aaaahed as Misha shucked the maid costume, showing off his bulky chest, and pulled on his favourite comfy shirt instead. Sure, it had some tears and stuff, but as a masculine guy, Misha wasn’t worried about dressing up fancy or anything.

The guy whose chat Misha was streaming had been quiet, so Misha hopped back over and sent another message.

Mish-kittyhunk: Thanks man! It’s all about trusting the process.

Himbo_mkr: I can tell that you trust people, bro! You’re like a puppy lmao.

Well, Misha thought, maybe he did like getting bossed around in chat, but it wasn’t like he trusted everyone blindly! Okay, well, maybe he did tend to stop to help people on the road and then lose his wallet a lot. They looked like they needed help! And maybe he did sometimes click on links that meant he needed to take his phone to the store for them to fix, but so did everyone else!

Looking at the chat, who were all laughing about Misha being a totally trusting puppy, Misha had to finally agree. That was why one of his subscribers had gotten him this headset with floppy dog ears on it, after all.

Mish-puphunk: Haha, you got me, dude! That’s why I clicked on this link, too XD

Himbo_mkr: It’s okay, bro. Lots of gay hunks are pretty dumb, it just adds to that himbo appeal.

This time this guy was definitely making stuff up. Misha was totally straight, he just didn’t do well with girls. Well, that and being a submissive hunk online mostly attracted a gay male fanbase. And, well, now that he thought about it, when was the last time Misha had really thought about a girl? Like, maybe if it was a domme? But no, even then, Misha would really prefer a guy to be involved at some point. This guy was probably right, Misha was gay.

It was super hard to think. There was a reason that Misha preferred to let chat do the thinking for him. Even before he realised how much he loved to listen when men told him what to do, Misha had never been much of a deep thinker. That was why most of the stuff in his room was gym gear, gaming stuff, or whatever his subscribers bought for him. Lately, they had been really loving when Misha wore even less clothes and showed off more of his growing body, and Misha was happy to oblige as long as they kept telling him what to do!

Mish-puphunk: Lol I guess you’re right! I just wanna give sirs what they want

Himbo_mkr: Bro, I totally get why you love pup play so much. You just love being obedient and dumb and empty lmao. You, like, pretty much live in your mask these days.

A pup mask…Misha was pretty sure one of his subscribers had sent him one of those once, but it had been really confusing to put on and he’d only worn it once. No, wait, that wasn’t right. Misha was such a ditz! He’d loved the experience of putting on the pup mask and letting himself be a dumb pup for his chat. And chat had loved sending in tips to give him commands like “sit,” “roll over,” and “stick a tail in your hole.”

It had been so popular that the subscribers had told Misha to make it a weekly thing, then a biweekly thing, and by now it had pretty much become what Misha did during his streams. While chatting with this guy had been fun, Misha really wanted to get on with the stream and mask up. He opened his mouth to tell the viewers that, but then remembered that he had been ordered not to talk. Too bad, chat would only hear his deep, resonant voice if they ordered him to bark after he put on his mask.

Mish-puphunk: Okay dude, I gotta go be a good dumb pup now.

Himbo_mkr: Got it, bruh! You got a bunch of hunky doms to please by being a good pup slut!

Chat cheered as Misha stopped streaming the chat window and winked at the camera. An especially hung dom who loved to tip had won the bid war last night to decide what Misha wore, so Misha fondled the straps of his leather harness as he got up to grab his mask. He wondered what his chat full of muscular, horny himbo doms would have him do today.

Misha slipped on the mask and let his mind go blank.

[wannabepup]

Do you have a daddy maker? I’d like to use it on my friend, who doesn’t know I have a huge crush on him; and use the himbo maker on myself so we can be the ultimate couple.

You and your friend are hanging out, chatting and watching TikToks, when he suddenly gets a text from a number with the name “Daddy_mkr.” You manage to turn away as he opens the message.

Daddy_mkr: Man, where’s your beer and cigar? At our age, we need our little pleasures.

Your friend’s body bulks up as decades pile onto him and you watch in awe. Around you, his basement suite transforms into the media centre in a suburban house. His suburban house. A Queen CD plays on the surround sound system. Your friend finds a beer at his elbow and a lit cigar in his hand. He takes a puff as he receives another text.

Daddy_mkr: Glad you’ve embraced your freaky side! Nothing like a slutty daddy.

As his shirt vanishes, you can see your friends nipple rings on full display. He grins at you and pops his pecs, making them dance. The smell of sweat fights with the scent of your friend’s cigar and the aroma of the leather pants he always wears. You suddenly remember that his house always smells like this, which keeps your cock half-hard anytime you’re here.

Daddy_mkr: Don’t tease your bois! Stick him in your pit and make him a real himbo!

With a grunt, your friend heaves his bulk from the corner of the couch and lands firmly on top of you. You find your face buried in his pit hair, and as you breathe in his musk, your body lights up with pleasure. Your muscles bulk up, your hair lightens, and you grow a beard in imitation of your Daddy. Your thoughts slow to a crawl, but that’s okay. You’re happy knowing that Daddy’s in charge and you’re his eager, horny himbo.

Want to chat with the Himbo Maker? He loves to twist your words, so be careful what you're asking for.

[wannabepup]

Do you have a daddy maker? I’d like to use it on my friend, who doesn’t know I have a huge crush on him; and use the himbo maker on myself so we can be the ultimate couple.

You and your friend are hanging out, chatting and watching TikToks, when he suddenly gets a text from a number with the name “Daddy_mkr.” You manage to turn away as he opens the message.

Daddy_mkr: Man, where’s your beer and cigar? At our age, we need our little pleasures.

Your friend’s body bulks up as decades pile onto him and you watch in awe. Around you, his basement suite transforms into the media centre in a suburban house. His suburban house. A Queen CD plays on the surround sound system. Your friend finds a beer at his elbow and a lit cigar in his hand. He takes a puff as he receives another text.

Daddy_mkr: Glad you’ve embraced your freaky side! Nothing like a slutty daddy.

As his shirt vanishes, you can see your friends nipple rings on full display. He grins at you and pops his pecs, making them dance. The smell of sweat fights with the scent of your friend’s cigar and the aroma of the leather pants he always wears. You suddenly remember that his house always smells like this, which keeps your cock half-hard anytime you’re here.

Daddy_mkr: Don’t tease your bois! Stick him in your pit and make him a real himbo!

With a grunt, your friend heaves his bulk from the corner of the couch and lands firmly on top of you. You find your face buried in his pit hair, and as you breathe in his musk, your body lights up with pleasure. Your muscles bulk up, your hair lightens, and you grow a beard in imitation of your Daddy. Your thoughts slow to a crawl, but that’s okay. You’re happy knowing that Daddy’s in charge and you’re his eager, horny himbo.

Want to chat with the Himbo Maker? He loves to twist your words, so be careful what you're asking for.

[wannabepup]

Help I found this bag on my way home and was trying to figure out if I could send it back to the owner but all I found was a leather harness a dog mask and I think something pricked me. Now I have an urge to just gym. What’s going on?

Well, the need to do more sports is never wrong to begin with. So you head to the gym after work with your gym bag packed. It's a bit strange that you pee on a tree instead of going to the toilet inside. But okay, everyone as he likes. It's 6:00 p.m. when you start your workout. It's 11:30 p.m. when the janitor asks you to leave the building. You can no longer take a shower. It doesn't matter. You want to be back here at 6:30 a.m. anyway, when the gym opens again.

When you arrive at the office the next day, a colleague points out that you smell like a wet dog. Or worse. Yes, you didn't shower after your workout today either. You sniff the colleague… Smells good. Jerked off this morning. You can smell it very clearly. You would like to lick his hand with which has jerked off. But with effort you can still hold yourself back. You apologize and go to the toilet. Actually to wipe out at least your armpits with a damp paper towel. But since you are already here, you drink a sip of water from the toilet bowl.

Thank God it's Friday. You can say goodbye to the office early. Still in the car you half undress. You roll down the windows. The breeze feels so good on your chest. You feel like sticking your tongue into the wind. But that might be a little too dangerous. Too bad that not the colleague with the hand smelling so horny after jizz sits next to you and drives the car…

In the gym you can hardly concentrate. Everything smells so intense. After sweat, but also after urine and cum. You have a hard-on all the time. And would so like to sniff the other men in the crotch… After two hours you can't stand it anymore. You have to get out of here. In the parking lot you mark a tree with your piss. And then you make your way home.

Where is this bag again… Where did you put it? You sniff. Yes, there is the smell of another man. An intense smell of sweat and cum. Especially from one man. But also from many other men. But not as intense from them. Little thing to find the bag again. You can not help it, you have to put on this dog mask. You have to put on the harness. There are also a leather jockstrap, socks and sneakers. You look at yourself in the hall mirror. You drop to your knees, wiggle your ass excitedly and start barking.

You sniff the bag again intensively. What a variety of smells. Delicious smells… Where does the bag have come from? You have to go out into the fresh air to find the source of these smells. For a while you walk aimlessly through the neighborhood. But then you find the place where you found the bag. You mark the spot. And now it gets easier. The smells become more intense. You walk into a dark side alley. There, behind the door, in front of which the men in the hot leather clothes are standing, that's where the bag is coming from. You are quite sure. One of the men asks you if you have lost your way. And where is your master? You throw yourself on your back and wiggle your ass. The man bends down to you, rubs your chest and tells you that you are a good boy. You sit up and finally you can sniff a man's crotch. And then also with the other men. With a few you even recognize the smells, they were already on the harness and the mask.

The friendly man whistles and says "Heel". Immediately you sit down at his side. The two of you go through the door. Yes, you recognize all the smells. Excited, you walk from man to man, sniffing feet and crotch. A leather mat hangs in a dark corner. You've been here before, many of the smells you know are particularly intense. You just want to make a mark, when your master calls loudly "no". Whimpering, you sit down in front of him. He pats you on the head. It's time for you to get into your basket. He gets a chain, attaches it to your harness and takes you to his home. He shows you where your place is. You first lick his balls, then drink a sip from the toilet bowl and then you go to your place and fall into a deep fun.

It is already light when you wake up. Your master is still snoring. But you have to pee urgently. But you don't want to wake your master. Excitedly you run back and forth. You start to whimper. In your distress you even bark softly. But your master does not wake up. So you go to the kitchen and pee there. And you go back to sleep. A loud scream from the kitchen wakes you up. You know exactly what has happened. You make yourself very small and crawl into the kitchen. Your master is wiping away your puddle. You whimper. He gives you a slap on the butt. And then strokes your back. He laughs and says that he hasn't had a puppy in a long time. You jump around him relieved and lick his magnificent morning glory.

Since your master still has no food bowl and no food for you, he always drops a piece of bread under the table at breakfast. After that, he takes you on a leash and lets you pee and poop. And then he drives away with you in the car. It's wonderful to stick your head out of the window and stick your tongue in the wind. You stop at a store, from which it smells strange. Your master explains to you that this is going to hurt a little bit, but it's important to mark you so that everyone recognizes you and knows who you belong to if you ever run away.

It really hurt. But master stroked you and gave you treats. And when you are done, you are very proud. And master looks very satisfied too. He takes you on a leash and drives you to the store where you met. Today there are a lot of men with dog masks. But you are sure that you are the most beautiful puppy.

Monday morning, 06:00. The alarm clock rings. Fuck, those were wild dreams… You go into the bathroom and turn on the shower. Phew, you need it, what do you stink of for God's sake? You will have to strip the bed. Your gaze falls on your reflection. You obviously didn't dream about the visit to the tattoo artist. You wander through the apartment. The bag, the contents, everything gone. But at the coat check hanging leash and collar. And your name is on the dog tag.