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[dirkssmokehold]

Rude, Cocky & Unbothered

[alecboysblog]

nonsmokers are shit

[muscle450]

I need to be a Fucking Freak

 i need to be massive! 

i need to be a freak! 

i need to be inhuman! 

i need to be a god! 

i need my neck to be swallowed up by my massive traps! 

i need my shoulders to be big as boulders! 

i need my chest to be so big that I can't see past it! 

i need my back to be so big and wide that I cannot walk through doorways! 

i need my arms so big that they are the size of most people's legs! 

i need my abs to be so cute and defined that you could wash clothes on it! 

i need my ass to be big and hard! 

i need my legs so big that they are the size of tree trunks! 

i won't be walking, I'll be waddling, lumbering! 

i need to have a hard time finding clothes that fit! 

i need to have a hard time fitting into places; doorways, vehicles, restroom stalls, etc! 

i need to be stared at! 

i need looks of amazement, wonder, jealousy, envy, disgust! 

i need to be worshipped! 

i will say this once more; 

i NEED TO BE MASSIVE!!

i need to "Fuck Normalcy" 

I don't just want to be big

i want to be massive. 

i want to be meat to be grown and grown and grown,

i don't just want to be built;

i want to turn heads 

i want to be meat so headturningly huge that people automatically move out of way as i walk through a crowd 

i don't just want to be large; 

i want to be freakish meat grown into a musclechub so large i resembles livestock. 

i want to be a cow not a bull 

i don't just want to be normal; 

i want to leave it behind 

i want this progression of a being a gym meathead. 

i've dreamt about getting big as a kid

i've now become an adult that gets a gym pass

i start training hard

i'm eating eating and eating more

i take supplements legal

i take supplements illegal

i start doing things that regular dudes think is gay

i take gym selfies

i start posing in my under armors in locker rooms

i'm texting shirtless in locker room after intense chest workout

i'm bringing food in tupperware with me everywhere i go

i start eating in gym

i am bcoming twice the size of a regular guy but thinking i'm small af

i'm thinking i'm never big enough 

i'm going shirtless every chance i get 

i'm wearing shorts and tight tank tops with a cap as my uniform

i'm constantly flexing and checking myself out in all mirrors in dressing rooms or elevators 

i know its time for photo shoot, showing off

i'm waddling around as a beast monster

i'm living as a huge FREAK

i'm loving all the attention and comments positive or negative.

i'm relishing being a monster in gym

i'm enjoying regular people asking me questions like "what's the best protein?"

i'm glad thatafter years of being bigger than average i finally know i'm a true meathead.

i want to be too big to fit into doorways. 

I want each step I take to echo and groan under the weight of my muscle. 

i want people to stare, in envy and in fear and in lust. 

i want everyone to know how strong I am. 

i want everyone to know how HUGE I am. 

i want to keep growing. 

i want to grow more than anyone has grown before. 

i want to keep going. 

i want MORE!

i want to be a freak. 

i want to be fucking massive. 

i don't want to be massive in the sense that you go to the gym for a year or so and put on a couple pounds of muscle and slim down a bit and look for the beach. No.

i want so much more I want to feel the power of muscle surging through my whole body every waking moment. 

i want my extra large shirts to feel tight and skimpy compared to my size. 

i want my TRIPLE EXTRA LARGE shirts to feel tight. 

i want to look down at my feet and all I want to see is the rippling mass of my massive pecs. 

i want to raise my arms and have my movement to be limited by the sheer size of my arms and shoulders. 

i want to outgrow all of my jeans because my quads and my ass would just be too fucking huge to fit in them all. 

i want my back to spread out like the wings of a fucking jet plane.

[alecboysblog]

you got the attitude. take three times the roids you currently take keep company only of guys who think like you. regard weakness and normality with contempt. feel proud of stories about your huge illegal drug habit - they're jealous.

[cumbalone]

Patrich.

Not Cumabalonian by birth (the tatts give it away), but Cumablonian by nature....

[alecboysblog]

huge muscles and hard smoking = being real MEN

[denellynell]

its so fun showing her all the things she's never seen before

[alecboysblog]

can't get hooked too young

[ashdemich]

[alecboysblog]

that's a real man smoking. inhale until finished, then light another

[alecboysblog]

do it 24/7. do multiples. that'swhat realmen do.

[roman-ai]

[alecboysblog]

fuck raw with a different guy every night

[alecboysblog]

Why only one?See how many men you can fuck with every night.

[marlboro00999]

When Sam first offered Pete a cigarette, he immediately refused it. His family had always been antismokers, and had taught Pete the 'evils' and dangers of smoking.

"Hey, I wouldn't want to push you, Pete", said Sam, laughing at Pete's instant refusal. They both had a joke about it, and Sam lit one as they continued to chat.

"It's not something I'd ever want to do", said Pete. "Oh, you don't know what you're missing", Sam laughed as he took a deep drag on the Red, and released two distinct jets of smoke through his nostrils. He glanced at Pete and winked with a grin. It was something in Sam's wink that gave Pete a slight jolt that he didn't understand.

As they continued to chat before they went to the next lesson, Sam looked directly at Pete and said "Are you sure you don't want to try one?",... half jokingly, but still testing the level of resistance.

"Yeah, of course I don't want one", replied Pete, slightly irritated by being asked again. Sam lit another Red, tossed his head back as he inhaled deep and let out the smoke jets in front of him.

Pete noticed how Sam was holding the Marlboro Reds pack in a way that the logo was facing him. The strong red, white and black imagery. That clear word 'Marlboro' across the front, as he read it... and read it again... and read it again as Sam held it there.

Sam held a serious gaze upon Pete as he noticed Pete's eyes fixed onto the pack that was held so clearly for him to see.

Sam diverted from the small talk, suddenly saying "You know just trying one wouldn't mean anything. If you've never tried it, at least you'd be able to say with some authority how much you hate it after you've tried one."

Pete had forgotten what they'd been discussing. "Nah, it's fine. I really don't want one."

Sam grinned again. "We'd better get to class.

That evening, Pete had a weird dream that he was in some church, flanked by two figures. On one side of him was an angel calling to him. On the other side of him was a dark figure dressed in leather, grinning and holding a pack of Marlboro in front of him as he smoked. Just the way Sam had been holding it in front of him.

"Come on, Pete" said the figure. "You really have no idea what you're missing. Pleasures you couldn't even imagine. You only need to try one, then you'll get it. You're missing out on so much."

Pete woke from the dream with a start, and sat up in bed. He'd wanted to take one from the dark figure in the dream. It had felt erotic and intense. He got up and went for a piss to try and shake the impact of the dream from his head. Got back into bed and tried to get back to sleep.

The next day at school, he saw Sam across the room in the class. As the tutor droned on, Sam glanced over to Pete and gave him a friendly nod.

As the class ended and they all left for a break, Pete felt a pat on his back. It was Sam. "Hey Pete. I hope you didn't think I was trying to push you into having a cigarette yesterday. I was just fooling around." Pete didn't reply, as his mind was confused and disturbed after the dream. Should he tell Sam about it? Sam had only started talking to him a few days ago, and although Pete felt a bond forming, he didn't feel he knew Sam well enough to confide in him about some dream he'd had.

"Let's go in here" said Sam, as he directed Pete to a small study room along the corridor. Pete followed, curious about what Sam had in mind. He closed the door, away from the other students, and they sat at the single table there.

"Was there something you wanted to tell me, Pete?", as he looked at him with a slight smile on his lips. Pete didn't know what to say.

Sam took out his pack of Marlboro Reds and held them in his hand, with the logo facing Pete... just as the dark figure did in the dream. As Pete looked at the pack, his hand moved forward, fingers trembling, and took a cigarette from the pack that summoned to him.

Sam's slight grin turned into a wide smile. This was the beginning. It always starts the same with each new recruit. Pete was just one more being added to Sam's portfolio. That's all he was to Sam. The only reason Sam befriended Pete. Pete will present Sam's name at his next meeting with his Leader, and it'll take about three or four weeks of building up Pete's smoking routines, developing a bond, breaking resistance to Sam's influence, and beginning the initial processes of addiction and indoctrination for Marlboro.

After four weeks, Pete will be primed and ready for his first visit to the Friday evening Marlboro Youth Club (MYC) where he'll be introduced to the basic level activities. After the first visit, they ALWAYS want to return the next week. The beginning of a carefully designed life-transforming process.

By six months, Pete will be a fully fledged heavy smoker and Marlboro devotee, indulging in all the activities and rituals of the MYC, and will begin recruiting for his own portfolio of converts for Marlboro and the Cult.

[alecboysblog]

This is SO good, destroying resistence, making boys just another addict, mking the company even richer.

[prestonbrok]

what advice can you give to young gainers/feedees/permabulkers that just started?

Don’t be afraid to just really commit to packing on some serious size. Really push yourself. If you hate it later, you can always diet it off (but chances are, you’re gonna like it) 😏

[alecboysblog]

and make sure it's all junk food. minimum 6 heaped spoons sugar 10 times a day,lots of animal fat

[alecboysblog]

You smoke I do

of course I do, all real men do. Crrently 3 ppd, working to increase. You?

[brendysphanie]

[alecboysblog]

god you're fkn hot mistress. got a Throne tribute list?

[papermoon357]

Every time he flexes he grows, as he grows his head gets empty and numb, the emptier it is the better it feels, the better it feels the more he wants to flex, the more he wants to grow, the more he wants to be a dumb bro.

[alecboysblog]

dumb down more and more to be a real man

[aismoker-deactivated20250722]

"You're finally starting to get it, aren't you? When you joined the team, you just thought it was a sponsor. But wearing the team shirt and seeing us all smoke, it awakened a desire in you. A desire to smoke, to fit in, to become one of us. And look at you know, puffing away. Trying to fulfill that desire...

Let me tell you, what will happen next. That desire will only get stronger and stronger and you will keep feeding it, until it is no longer a desire, but a need. Eventually, need will turn into craving and you will notice that you have submitted to Marlboro completely.

Then you will be truly part of the team.

[alecboysblog]

thisis how it should be for all men, from as young as possible

[dopedupdrugdude]

Fuck i look crazy! Cracked out , day 2 no sleep @3 am

[emeryvilleass]

I just find guys hitting the crack pipe hot

[alecboysblog]

good 4 a week hi as fk

[granmabarb]

Yep, haven’t changed my mind about this

[alecboysblog]

we don't need courts, just a public vote

[granmabarb]

Yep, haven’t changed my mind about this

[alecboysblog]

and publicly

[jaspers01]

When you knew if you got him gar boned, you’d get the fuck of your fuckn life every fuckn time

[alecboysblog]

addiction is manly

[funbearer]

[alecboysblog]

boys should be taught to know they are in charge, being white is superior, hating migrants is necessary, getting drunk and smoking cigarettes is what men do, buying guns and ammo is important from youth. none of this woke lovey-dovy shit.