playernumber37:

he just couldnt help it he was giving in he couldnt fight the feeling as it rose up giddily inside him he felt his resistance sliding away, a confusion of thoughts and feelings like a huge swarming cloud in his brain his throat caught and his muscles pulsed and he was on the edge of screaming

he blinked and looked around. he experimentally tugged at his trackies. felt nice. loose. a little silky. sneakers. his heart leapt again, he felt himself getting curiously hard. this isnt me though … is it? sure feels good. fuck, i love sneakers. fuck. and who fuckin cares who knows it.

his hand stole beneath his trackies, and he gave himself a tug. at the same time a smirk yanked on the muscles of his mouth, and got stuck there. yeah, said his brain, and he could hear total disdain dripping off of the word. who are you? said his brain. who the fuck is askin? he immediately replied.

all that and the strange comfort of the heavy chain on his neck was enough to alter him permanently. you see, that old cliche about the clothes making the man … well, it’s true.

playernumber37:

you judgemental prick. you look at guys and you think “wow, that guy is a fuckin dumbass.” maybe it’s the slightly
glazed over look in his eyes, the way his mouth hangs slightly open. maybe it’s his muscles – no one who has that kind of body can have been able to devote their time to anything BUT their body, right? you scoff inside your skull, but secretly?

you’re jealous. don’t deny it. and now, every time you make fun of one of Those Guys in your head, a cluster of your brain cells is going to >pop< and fizzle out like a dud firework in the sky. as they do, you’ll feel great, but you’ll sense a new kind of emptiness in you. the craving for muscle, the boredom of books and smarts. the craving of the clanking and grunting of the gym.

go ahead, dummy. see if you can stop it.

playernumber16:

Just sending ya a quick selfie bro! I know I was pissed ya didn’t get me that telescope I wanted for my birthday, but these wrestling singlets are hella cool! Know ya won’t mind I let some of my buddies borrow em – guess the book club won’t be meeting on Mondays anymore, Coach says we gotta practice every day now!

See ya when we rush Nu next year brah!

fratarmyjock:

I had come home to find my life turned upside down. Dad on all fours a glazed look in his eye and a total stranger giving him orders. “What’s going on?” I asked furiously.

“Your dads a little pig who needs to get filthy.” The stranger chuckled puffing cigar smoke into my face.

“My dad is…”

“A filthy little pig who needs to get filthy.”

“My dads a filthy little pig.”

(So is the son now also gonna be controlling his dad or joining him as a pig?)

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