
fuck, bro. don’t what i dig most, your beard, your strap or your ink

ditch the shorts, bro

sweet delts. lookin good, brah

Some part of Michael knew that he should be horrified at what was happening to him. His mind was a prison from which he watched as the body he had worked so hard to perfect was now used like a piece of meat by Sir and Sir’s friends.
But in that moment, Michael realized that he no longer cared. It felt so good to be owned, it felt so good to serve, it felt so good to be a jocktoy.
let go an accept it, bro. it’s better this way

Always listening to his hypnosis files whenever he has the chance.
gotta strengthen that mind muscle connection

Find other jockboys who will motivate you to push your body to the next level
haha. anyone wanna bro out with me?