cole2port:

Dirty dudes kinda scare me. ‘Not gonna lie.

But they can weild a dangerous, base-need seductive charm.

They make excellent drones because they’re only-too-willing to give themselves to the promise of gratification the master can offer.

It’s not without the price of their individuality, but they just don’t value that sort of thing.

Not once he’s emptied their testicles inside the suit.

….It’s almost a relief to see their gleeful sadism and cruelty drain from their psyche. All those unsavory tendencies are better purged. And if any of the traits remain, it makes this type of drone eager collectors of new vessels to infect.

They’re no-less… “unsettling” before their conversion. But the master doesn’t discriminate. …They might be otherwise heartbroken to know they’re giving up cigarettes, alcohol and cigars. Vices are irrelevant to the master. Sex is the only need he allows, because it’s all he needs to enslave.

…Dirty dudes never seem to ask the “price” before they buy-in to master’s offer. But then again, no one really gets a choice.

not gonna lie, bros. it’s pretty tempting. the prospect of giving up any pretense to individual thought, and immersing yourself completely in the sensual realm of complete obedience. don’t just mean sensual in terms of romantic caresses and billowing gauze by candlelight, either. i mean the ecstatic submersion into a state of pure sensory awareness: every touch, every shiver, tingle, and contraction of the stomach and muscles amplified into something vibratory.

imagine how much you could feel, really feel, if your body was reduced to an instrument. think about how numb you are to your body because you’re always distracted by needless thoughts, transient worries, irrelevant sound and image data that doesn’t matter, because self-preservation isn’t as high a priority in a modern, industrial society as it would have been back when we were living in the jungle. 

try to imagine that state of emptiness, bros. imagine the freedom to feel with this new intensity. the wholeness of your near vegetative bliss. every maneuver of your pliable body a near synesthesia echoing through the nerves and skin. and all you have to do is give up your troublesome individuality. let someone else think for you. just allow yourself to become an extension of another man’s will.

sounds pretty good, don’t it, bros?

pupcoach:

-Hey bro where is my t shirt

-I don’t know we just have to stare the spiral and be good muscle boys

-muscle boys , what the fuck and where are my pants

-just relax ,stare the spiral and be a good mindless muscle boy

-hey I don’t know what are you talking about , and where are my underpants, why are we naked??

-just relax , I was also afraid but I have found everything in the spiral

-which spiral, that one yes is fun pretty but I need my clothes

-just stare the spiral we need to be good mindless muscle boys

-mindless…. muscle… I need the spiral… hey why are you jerking me off, I am not Fucking gay

-we are mindless muscle boys having fun with the spiral

-muscle boys …. mindless… having fun… I , I have a girlfriend you know

-just stare the spiral it feels good to be a mindless obedient muscle boy for the Pupcoach

-spiral…. fun…. it feels good… my head hurts but it feels good

-relax I used to be the same until I found my true self an obedient mindless muscle boy for the Pupcoach

-relax…. Pupcoach… I am an obedient mindless muscle boy for the pupcoach

That way a coach’s good muscle boy recruits a bro and have hypnofun together

haha, so much easier to commit when you’ve got a buddy, bro. even easier when your buddy gets you helpless when he plays with your nips