Ever since Coach got them started on roids they donât want anything else. They look exactly like the textbook definition of big, dumb jocks and thatâs the way Coach likes it. Muscles bulging all over, everything on display, the size, the definition. There isnât a single day they arenât shirtless now, gotta show all those roid gains off for everyone to see. Especially here on the beach, ready to achieve that killer tan to highlight their new muscles even more.
They really canât possibly think about going back to the way it was before they met Coach: unsatisfied with their bodies, no discipline, no bros, no gains, too much brains and no MUSCLE. Well, they had some muscle, true, but it was NOWHERE near the fucking size, the beefiness, the physique they realize only roids can really give you.
Yeah, everything changed after Coach got them their first cycle.
No roids = no fun, thatâs how they see life now.
And donât forget, both being and having a bro. It was Coach that brought them together at first, telling them it was about time to have a workout partner. The daily, mutual struggle and sweat at the gym, followed by the mutual worship. The mutual growthâŠ
Male bonding just doesnât get any better than that and they realize it now. Everything is better with a bro by your side, even sex. They were so lonely before, but not anymore. Not now that they can lift with someone who understands the need for size, for more muscle, the desire to be a fucking alpha jock fucking and lifting his way through life.
They were about to drop those shorts down to the shiny speedos Coach handpicked for them, canât be having those killer quads covered. Thatâs when they caught you staring.
Coach had told them it was time to get a new bro if they wanted to keep training under him. Their very own little bro to mold from a random nobody into a big meathead just like they now were.
Taught them exactly how to recognize it too, the lust, the desire for muscle, that seed deep inside that revealed the guy was just dying for Coachâs guidance, even if he didnât already know it.
You thought you could turn away and fake it, but it was already too late. They noticed it and were coming closer and closer. They might be big dumbasses, but they sure as hell can notice when someone is lusting after their swole as fuck muscles. They thrive on it, in fact
You felt yourself get lightheaded as they approached you, almost feeling dwarfed by the mountain of roided beef now surrounding you. That was just how you longed to look like, you thought deep inside.
They just smiled and affectionately put their hands around your shoulder, saying it was alright. They knew what you wanted and were ready to give it, all you had to do was follow them. You could only but firmly nod as you kept staring at their perfect bodies, their perfect muscles, so big and juicy it all flexed involuntarily as they merely walked and moved about.
They brought you to their home, where indeed you had your sweet time worshipping and being fucked by them. But it all came at a cost. They made you promise you would give yourself to their Coach, soon to be yours too. That tomorrow you would go to the gym with them, to start your new life.
You wonât even need to think anymore, no complex thoughts and feelings â leave that to Coach. All you gotta do is follow his orders, itâs all very simple, really. If you do that, and you will, it wonât be long until become their new bro in both mind and body. After that needle gets inside you the first time, pumping you full of testosterone, fuck yeah, what makes a man a man. You wonât ever look back, thatâs a promise.
Just focus on growing bigger and bigger. On wearing less and less. On fucking more and more. More roids, more size, more growth, more fucking, more bros, more fun. What else could you need in life? Coach really knows best.
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