stateslave:

I’m glad that we met offline at last, bud. Yeah, you told me already that you like my tattoos…and, yeah, you told me you like my muscles too. I appreciate the compliments.
Look, I don’t want this to get complicated fella. I’m only after a fuck and that’s it.
Lay back? Yeah. Okay. Why don’t you come over here and….dude…just…just stop talking a minute.

N-no. You’re not in charge
I’m in charge. Come over here so I can fuck….I can fuck yooou. I….stop fucking talking. You’re chatting shit. What the hell are you babbling….babbling….yes….I should listen.
Lay back and relax.
Lay back and….dude. what the fuck.
What the fuck are you talking about?
Relax? Obey?
I don’t even know what you’re….
You’re…
Yeah….I don’t know a lot.
You’re…you’re right..
I’m too dumb.
Dumb.
Dumb.
Listen.
Obey.
I….n-no. Fella, I don’t know what you’re…doing.
I need to get the fuck away.
I need to…..
……….obey.
Yes.
Obey.
Lay back.
Listen.
Obey.
I’m dumb.
Dumb muscle.
Dumb muscle slave.
I am your dumb muscle slave.
Yes Master.
You are in charge.
I an your dumb muscle slave.
Dumb muscle slave obeys Master.
Must suck Master and be fucked.
Always. I belong to you Master.
I am yours in….body…and mind.
Muscle…slave…submits and…obeys.

feel so so fuckin stupid readin this

playernber17:

male-tf-captions:

“Hey, Curtis,” I said on a whim, “Show me where your brains are.”

My former roommate obediently pulled both of his arms up and gave me a solid double-biceps pose.

“That’s right, Curtis!” I spoke to him almost like you might speak to a child, or a puppy, “Your brains are in your biceps now, aren’t they?”

“Uh-huh!” he beamed back at me with a dumb chuckle, “Big biceps! Get bigger! Gains, bro!”

The poor guy could barely string together a sentence anymore that didn’t rely on the very limited vocabulary I had left him with. He used to be able to carry on conversations about all kinds of interesting things. Literature, poetry, art. He was one of those fine arts majors. But not anymore. Over the past three months, I’ve turned him into a big, sweaty, smelly jock. Exactly the kind of guy that he used to despise. 

I think sometimes maybe I’ve dumbed him down a little too much, and I consider bumping up his IQ a couple of notches in my Jock’d app. But at this level, he at least seems blissfully unaware of what he has become, and he does everything I ask him to do, without hesitation or question. 

The truth is, I like him this way. My former nerdy roommate is now my very own big, dumb, obedient jock.

Huhuhu cock hard readin them words

dude, mine too. need a bro to help you out?