Author: goodimpressionofmyself

mutabear:

Hey bro. Yeah, I’m looking a little bit different. New supplements and shit. It’s got me beefy, but more importantly, it’s really helped me up my musk game to a new level. I turned off the AC to the apartment, so this whole place is smelling like my unwashed pits. I can already see you starting to zone out a bit, and your slacks are tenting up pretty nicely. My manly musk can make all that the most dominant of men into drooling musk pigs. Go ahead, get undressed. Take it all off, get nice and comfortable. We are about to have a new no clothing rule in the apartment. There, isn’t that better? Feels good to just let everything hang out.

Speaking of feeling good, it sure would feel great if you started cleaning out my pits. I haven’t showered all day, and after my workout this morning, they are nice and ripe. Fuck yeah, that’s much better. Your cock is hard and dripping everywhere as you try to lap up every last drop of sweat from my pit. I haven’t bothered to trim my fur up there, as I want my pit hair nice and thick. All the better to trap as much sweat and musk in there as I can. Don’t worry, once you get done licking my pits clean, you can move on to my ass. If you thought my pits were musky, wait until you get a load of my furry butt. I am willing to bet I can get you to cream yourself all over the floor just by slurping up all the sweat that’s trapped in my crack. And if that still not enough, my balls will do you in. One good whiff of my sweaty nuts and your cock will shoot uncontrollably. It already happened to the delivery guy who came to drop off my new underwear.

I’m pretty much only going to wear jockstraps when I go out of the house from now on. After all, once guys catch scent of me, they aren’t even going to want me to wear that. It’s really just going to make sure that I have guys servicing every inch of my body, before making them all fight over who gets to lick my balls clean. I can already see you moaning and whimpering, so I guess we better move on to the living room so I can lay down and spread my ass. I want you to get it nice and worked over, get me feeling nice and good from your tongue before you finally blow your load everywhere. This is going to be your new life, getting the chance to lick and clean and worship my body whenever we get to hang out together. I hope you like it. It’s not like you have much of a choice.

aw yeah, bro. over 90 degrees outside. got my windows closed. just jackin it and mirin my own musky smell. best part of takin up liftin. cologne of the metabolic change. some days my deodorant just don’t work no more. people around me are startin to notice. give em a goofy grin and tell say, hey sorry bout it, man. but i gotta admit, i love it. dude i know told me awhile back he used to room with bodybuilders and they smelled awful. didn’t know what he meant then, but i do now. feels like i’ve arrived somewhere, brahs. real jocks stink. stink so good. take a big whiff. fuuuuuuck.

Source: manlypics

bdsmfratsmuscles:

fucking hot… hard, intense, forced workouts for the slave, who of course is allowed only a jockstrap, so its muscles are displayed for everyone. Being in top shape is one of a slave’s main obligations to its Master. I would love to be that sweaty slave.

haha. same, bro. feels great workin out in just a jock. lubin up the bench with your sweaty bod. gaggin on your own dick stink and the precum in the mesh from edging through the jock for hours at a time

feels kinda lonely, though, when that’s all it is. when it’s just you in your basement late at night, night after night. wish i had a man who’d watch me lift. who’d know i was building up my body for him to enjoy. make me pose and flex for him between the sets. just reaffirm that every rep mattered cuz i’m his toy, his property, his good boy, his dumbed down jock bro.

duuuuuude, i wanna be owned so fukin bad

stateslave:

“So you got my voice message telling you I was going to be late to our date?” I asked.

“Yeah. Dude. It was long. Such a long voice message. I even lost track of time listening to it. Then you sent that weird spiral text that had all of those weird….ugh…..weird…….”
His voice trailed off as he recalled the spiral. In the voice message, I’d implanted subliminal suggestions. Mixed with the spiral, his mind was open and a trigger had been implanted without him realising it.

“Bull Slave Needs Milking” I said and watched as the intelligence faded from his eyes and he began obeying the commands in the voice message. Whenever he heard that phrase, he was to “moo” and begin stripping, flexing in between.
He did as commanded. A click of my fingers had my mindless Bull slave fall on all fours, mooing as he did. His cock leaking his man milk as he looked up at me with love in his eyes.
This would be the last…first date.
Time to milk my Bull and further implant mind numbing control over my newest slave.

fuck yah, dude. wanna get milked. wanna be a bull so bad. just a big dumb animal that flexes and obeys. moooooooooo! so fuckin hot, bro