goodimpressionofmyself

nice gear, dude

you race or somethin?

Josh was stopped by the interviewer after his game. He was about to join his peers in the changing room, but politely stopped at the request of the journalist.
Josh queried why the journalist had not been at the press conference in the main hall, but the journalist simply continued talking. Asking question after question with no pause for Josh to reply.

The steady lull sound of some nearby machine, the strange flashing light on the camera and the bombardment of questions left Josh feeling strange. Almost like he was drunk. His eyes slowly lost focus as his mouth gaped open a bit. Drool started to trickle into his beard as he stood and swayed.
All the while, the journalist continued to talk. Soothing words, fast words, dominant words.
Josh lost all focus. The journalist tweaked at Josh’s nipple to test how far under he had fallen.

Much to the Journalists delight, Josh merely groaned and drooled more excessively as the nipple was pinched. The journalist led Josh away, dressed as he was.
Later, a vacant and empty minded Josh was posing for his new Master, the journalist. His eyes were devoid of intelligence as the Master Journalist placed him in various poses.

“You’re my good, dumb Cum Bull now, my dear slave!”, the journalist whispered as he leaned in to take more up close photos.

Josh drooled as his erect cock leaked the last of his free will.
“Good….dumb…..cum…bull…for Master. I am slave.”, he said in a monotone voice.
His new life of slavery would begin here….

lucky guy, josh

Source: stateslave

beefydude:

Woof

solid, bro

Source: cubinabearbody

shakboysmen:

“Sweaty and rank, just for you.”

thanks, brah

Source: shakboysmen

damn i should take up rugby

Source: roscoe66

rugby-boy:

stateslave:

Caught completely off guard, Ryan stepped into his bedroom and heard his trigger.
His head fell as did his will as drool trickled from his mouth onto his chest.

His Master sat on the bed grinning.
He’d awakened his slave to allow him to clean up his cum soaked body after their last round. The slave had forgotten that the Master was there.
Now, the Master was ready to go again…..

“Come to me slave…” he whispered
“Yes. My Master.” Replied the muscled, vacant slave as he walked to hia Master and fell to his knees in front of him like the good pet that he was.

Sometimes these big muscle boys just need a master to work their bodies out for. Getting bigger and bigger to please their dominant.

what muscled body is for, man