nextgenboy:

The new team prospect has arrived. So skinny but full of potential. He doesn’t know it yet but once his jock bro turns his hat backward in the car, he won’t be so shy and timid about his new living situation. He’ll be a dumb jock bro like the rest of them. His new clothes are already back at the compound so his luggage will mysteriously disappear. Oh and they’ll have to stop by a barbershop on the way to his new home. That mop has to go.

nextgenboy:

[[ 1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL ]]

He’s not an indoor nerd in a major city in New England now. His parents, transplants from the South, made the right choice in sending him to the countryside down South to learn about the real world and become a real man. He fought them over it and lost. He gave up so easily. 

It’s been six months, lack of intelligent discussion has taken its toll. That and the constant rough housing around the woods and small town. His intelligence isn’t what it used to be. He has no idea how to use a computer now. It is a pretty difficult machine to use. But he likes being outdoors, sitting on the computer on a nice day? Pfft. What a waste. 

He takes supplements now, vitamins or something like that. It chills him out, makes him follow directions easier and focuses him on those directions. He thinks they are dumbing him down too. Side note, they are. Don’t tell him. His tan and muscles are coming in nicely thanks to all the yard work and constant training at the town gym, which isn’t much to it but it works. He’s going to be pretty swole in about a year or two. How exciting.

Thanks to his cousin’s comments and recommendations, he’ll never wear dorky clothes or keep his hair long again, now always buzzed down to ¼ inch or during Summer, a no guard buzz. Camo, blue jeans and shorts, sports teams shirts, sleeveless shirts and hats now. He speaks with a Southern drawl now. You listen to others with that drawl for a long time and you adapt to it. Needless to say, he can’t go back to the city ever again. He’s a happy and dumb redneck jock boy as can be. 

And ya’ll are more than happy to and join him. You are his big city friend, right?

(Request for anonymous)

He had been a nerd, in the honors society and the top 10 in class position. He was always getting picked on by the jocks, the football team and wrestlers specifically. Eventually he just got sick of it and confronted the coach about it. The coach told him he would straighten it out but once he left the coaches office he was dragged to the locker room by the football team. They forced him to change into the jersey and all the gear, pads, helmet, everything. Then they let him go onto the felid for practice.

He felt dizzy, in a haze. He felt the shoulder pads weigh down on him as his chest and arms gained more muscle. “More swole” his mind corrected. The helmet was pressing down on his brain, making it forget stuff about school but learn stuff about football. Fuck school, fuck grades, as long as he passed with a C he could stay on the team. He forgot all about his old life, it was time for practice!

Requests?

musclelover4826:

So I still am kinda having trouble with my ideas but I hate to disappoint my followers, so I have a plan, can you guys send me ideas? Basic scenarios for me to do a story around? Maybe that will get the wheels turning again

It seems to be working, I’m getting my writing back, but I’m still taking requests, I just wanted to bump this up because some people left requests in the comments as well as a pm so I didn’t want this post to get buried. School is kinda hectic so I might only get to posts/requests on the weekends if that’s ok with everyone? Love the requests so far and I’m happy to do them