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New MF on Gold Team

Touched a gold jersey and don't ever want to go back. Name's Ashton and excited to join the golden team thanks to my bro @brodygold

I used to do ballroom dancing. It was a lot of fun. 💛

Some bros are dancers, dance requires the same intense training as sport, the same dedication, the type of dedication that makes dancers perfect for the gold lifestyle.

These two guys didn’t understand what the Golden Army was all about. They laughed at our ideals, criticized our brotherhood and camaraderie. Thought our obsession with sports was laughable. A few quick words and a look at my pocket watch and they were begging to join. That’s two more recruits for the Golden Army. What about you? We’re always looking for new members. Wanna take a look at this watch real quick?

Hydration

Just finished hydrating the Golden Gods on the field. 💛 Every time I hand over the golden bottle, I feel it... that rush, the power, the pride. I’m their waterboy, their loyal servant, and it feels so right. Every drop I give strengthens them, and in return, I feel more connected to the Gold, more hypnotized by their power. 🌀

I kneel, hand them the bottle, and feel the warmth spreading through me as they nod in approval. Submissive, proud, confident. That’s who I am now. Part of the team, serving my Golden Gods... always obedient, always ready. 💪🏼💛

The Playoffs: Finals

The stadium was electric, buzzing with the energy of thousands of fans. The Golden Army had defied all odds to make it to the finals of the playoffs, and now they were about to face their old rivals, the Titans, once again. Tensions were high as both teams prepared for the most critical match of the season. The air was thick with anticipation, the golden jerseys of the Army gleaming under the bright stadium lights, while the Titans loomed in their dark, imposing uniforms.

Brody stood on the field, wiping sweat from his brow as he adjusted his golden armband. He was ready. Across from him, Captain Richard, a pillar of strength and confidence, gave him a nod of encouragement. Scott, the British recruiter and striker, was already shouting instructions, his voice cutting through the crowd noise.

“Stick to the game plan, lads. We’ve got this,” Scott called, his tone sharp but reassuring.

On the left flank, Hades was pacing, his golden boots sinking slightly into the grass. The left winger had been a revelation all season, his speed and sharp instincts making him a nightmare for opposing defenders. With his long strides and fierce determination, he was the weapon the Golden Army needed to break through the Titans’ defense.

From the opening whistle, it was clear this would be no ordinary match. The Titans came out strong, their defense nearly impenetrable. But the Golden Army was equally relentless. Every time the Titans surged forward, Jackson, the co-captain, and the defensive line held them back with iron discipline. Walter, standing on the sideline with his haughty, noble demeanor, observed each move like a general on a battlefield, his eyes never leaving the players.

As the game progressed, both teams had chances, but neither could break the deadlock. Hades weaved in and out of the Titans’ defense, trying to create openings, but their back line was formidable. Roman, playing in the midfield, distributed the ball with precision, linking up with Brody and the other forwards. Caleb and Henry, newcomers who had quickly become integral to the squad, fought tooth and nail to keep possession, while Bruce provided the much-needed muscle in the defense, thwarting the Titans' every attempt to score.

The whistle blew, signaling the end of regular time, and the scoreboard still read 0-0. The crowd held its breath—overtime.

As the players huddled, Captain Richard took a deep breath. “This is it, lads. We’ve held them off, now it’s time to finish this. We play for each other, just like we always do. Hades, you’re going to be key here. They’re starting to tire. You find those gaps and exploit them.”

Hades nodded, his expression focused. Overtime was where heroes were made, and he was ready to step into that role.

The whistle blew, and the game resumed. Almost immediately, it was clear that both teams were pushing themselves to the limit. Every pass, every run, every tackle was sharper, more urgent. The Titans were pressing hard, but the Golden Army wasn’t giving an inch. Scott won a crucial ball in midfield and sent a perfectly placed pass to Brody, who charged down the right wing before sending a cross toward the center.

The ball sailed through the air, and for a moment, everything seemed to slow down. Hades sprinted into the box, timing his run perfectly. The Titans’ defenders scrambled, but Hades was too fast. With a powerful leap, he met the ball with his head, directing it straight toward the top corner of the net.

Time seemed to freeze as the ball soared past the Titans' goalkeeper. The crowd erupted in a deafening roar as the ball hit the back of the net

1-0 for the Golden Army.

The Titans, stunned but not defeated, immediately launched a counterattack. But Bruce, Henry, and the rest of the defense stood strong, throwing their bodies in the way of every shot. Caleb sprinted back to help in defense, while Roman held the midfield together, absorbing the pressure.

In the dying minutes of overtime, the Titans won a corner. The tension was palpable as the ball was whipped into the box. Players from both teams leapt into the air, desperate to get a touch. The ball bounced around in a chaotic scramble before landing at the feet of a Titans striker. He took a shot, but out of nowhere, Brody slid in with a last-ditch tackle, deflecting the ball out for another corner.

The Golden Army regrouped, their hearts pounding in their chests. The Titans took the corner again, but this time, Richard rose above everyone else, clearing the ball with a powerful header.

The final whistle blew.

The Golden Army had done it. They had defeated the Titans in overtime to win the championship. The players collapsed onto the field, exhausted but elated. Hades, the hero of the night, was hoisted onto his teammates’ shoulders as the crowd chanted his name.

Brody, Richard, Scott, and the rest of the Golden Army celebrated under the glow of the stadium lights, holding their newly won trophy up, knowing they had left everything on the field. This victory was theirs, and they had earned it.

Bro, join the team gold rowing team!! Just put on the gold cap, it’s so easy!! Cap does all the thinking for us, and we just get to row and work out all the time, what have you got to lose? Not like anything matters other than bros and lifting!!

Join the gold army dude, gold life!!

The Gold Team supports preppy sports as well like rowing and polo!

Sweet Changes

Tom wasn’t sure why he found himself in the sports store. The Golden Army had promised an unforgettable, transformative experience, but all the self-described nerd felt so far was doubt. He meandered through the aisles, his eyes scanning racks of jerseys, cleats, and equipment, hoping something—anything—would stand out.

“Looking for something, bro?” a voice called from behind.

Tom turned to see a tall, athletic man in a sleek golden soccer jersey. The guy had a magnetic confidence, his muscles flexing casually under the fabric. The name tag pinned to his chest read Brody. He embodied everything Tom had ever wanted: strength, charisma, and a powerful presence that drew others in.

“Oh, uh... no thanks,” Tom stammered, shifting his weight nervously. “Just browsing.”

Brody smirked, his gaze piercing yet warm. “I know that look, man. You’re where I was once. Let me help you out.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a thick gold bar. “Here, take this.”

Tom frowned, eyeing the strange object in Brody’s hand. It looked metallic, but the scent that wafted from it was unmistakably chocolate. “What... what is that?”

“Call it a free sample. Helps people feel like they belong around here.”

Tom hesitated, but the enticing smell hooked him. His sweet tooth won over his caution, and he broke off a piece. As soon as the candy hit his tongue, warmth spread through his body, flooding him with an almost electric energy.

In seconds, his chest swelled, muscles rippling and expanding as his shirt and vest shredded off his body. Tom gasped, watching in shock as his arms grew thick and powerful, his entire torso now straining under the weight of muscle that hadn’t been there moments before. A gold rugby jersey materialized over his new frame, fitting like it had been made just for him.

His legs transformed next, his skinny dress pants giving way to tight gold rugby shorts that hugged his now massive tree trunks. Three of them if you count his new massive package, which grew from 4 to 8 inches.

But the changes didn’t stop at his body. His mind began to shift too. Calculus formulas, tech jargon, and all the knowledge he’d prided himself on slowly drained away. His IQ plummeted, leaving only primal, simpler desires in its wake. Rugby. Team. Bros. Hot dudes. Tom’s lips curled into a smug grin as he imagined sweaty post-game showers, bonding with his teammates, savoring every moment with them.

He flexed his arms, marveling at his transformation, feeling the irresistible pull of the team. The self-doubt that had haunted him moments ago vanished, replaced by a cocky confidence he had never known.

Brody watched with a knowing smile. “How you feeling, bro?”

Tom’s grin widened as he looked at Brody, no longer shy or uncertain. “Ready to serve the team, bro. Gotta get to practice soon.”

“Thought so.” Brody reached over and tossed him a rugby ball, which Tom caught effortlessly. “Here, take this. And if you’re really up for it... grab some more of that candy. I bet there are some bros out there who could use it.”

Tom chuckled, the arrogance in his voice clear now. “Oh, I know just the guys.” He grabbed another bar of the golden candy, already imagining the look on his friends’ faces when he handed it to them.

Brody clapped him on the back, a grin of approval. “That’s what I like to hear, bro. Go share the love.”

With his head high and his body buzzing with power, Tom turned and strode confidently out of the store. He had a team to serve—and some bros to give some sweet changes.

Preppy Gold mind and Preppy gold style. Being on Team Gold means we smash everything we do, on and off the field!! 💪 Join the team bros!

Us bros only drink the best, bro! And thanks to our water boys, we constantly have access to whatever water we want! This water has a few golden side effects, but who cares about your brain when your muscles can be swole? Wanna sip, bro?

I Am Big Dumb Golden God!

Working hard to grow Swole & Yoked and to Never Think Again!

Looks great bro!

Propa stoked this finally arrived..this team is GOLDEN AF BRUHZ! More kit 2 cooome yoooo. Thanx Cap @hypnogold for makin sure we get da best kit innit 💪🏼💛

You like what you see bro? This guy was on the other team and started acting all salty when we kicked his ass.

What else was I supposed to do but turn him into a mascot for us? I think the gold really suits him bro. After some time as a statue, maybe he’ll come around and want to join us! Or maybe he wants to stay like this permanently…

What do you think bro? Still gonna whine about your loss? We always got room for one more!

Picture by @hercules-goldengod

A Game For Bros

Nate and I had always been the same: two nerds, caught up in our own world of video games, D&D, and sci-fi movies. He’d been my best friend since high school, a skinny guy with messy brown hair, always wearing some oversized t-shirt of a superhero. Me? I wasn’t much different. Shorter, stockier, and always in retro game tees. We never got into sports—couldn’t care less, really. But that Saturday, when Nate invited me over to check out a new game, we did something a bit out of our comfort zone.

“I don’t usually go for sports games,” I said as I plopped onto his worn-out couch. The game case for The Golden Army: Rise of Champions sat on the coffee table, glowing in a strange golden light. “What made you pick this one?”

Nate shrugged as he plugged in the system. “The reviews were insane, man. People say it’s super immersive, like you actually feel the game.”

“Sounds cool enough,” I muttered, grabbing a soda. “Let’s see what it’s about.”

Nate’s apartment looked the same as always—cluttered with comic books, action figures, and old consoles. The screen flashed on, bathing the room in golden light as the title appeared: The Golden Army: Rise of Champions. The graphics were sharp, but what immediately caught my attention was how detailed the avatar customization was. We both laughed as we started making characters that were basically us but... stronger, taller, more athletic.

“Man, I wish I was this ripped in real life,” I said, chuckling as I bulked up my avatar.

Nate nodded, not looking up from his controller. “Same here, dude. If only, right?”

Once the game started, though, things got weird fast. It wasn’t like any sports game I’d ever played. It was too smooth, too real. Every movement of my character felt like it was coming from me, like my body was somehow connected to the screen. Nate was feeling it too; I could tell by how focused he’d gotten.

“This feels insane,” I muttered, my fingers flying over the controller as my avatar sprinted down the field. My skin tingled, and for a second, I thought it was just adrenaline from getting into the game.

“Yeah, it’s like... I can *feel* it,” Nate said, his voice lower, more serious than usual.

What I didn’t realize was that I really *was* feeling it. I was changing. My arms, once stocky but kind of soft, were slowly growing harder, leaner, and stronger. My biceps pushed against the fabric of my t-shirt, but I didn’t notice at first. I was too absorbed in the game. Nate wasn’t paying attention either, but he was changing too. His scrawny arms were swelling, his chest growing more defined, the lines of muscle slowly becoming visible under his shirt.

My legs were thickening, my calves bulging as they hardened. Nate’s shoulders broadened as his posture straightened, more relaxed, confident. His shaggy hair started to shift, styling itself into something neater and more athletic. It suited him.

Our avatar dominated the field. Every pass, every kick felt like it was coming straight from us. By the time the match ended, I noticed my t-shirt was stretched tight against my chest, clinging to muscles I didn’t remember having. But it felt normal. Like I’d always been this way. Nate was the same. His shirt had morphed into something sleeker, a fitted gold soccer jersey. I looked down, realizing mine had changed too. I wasn’t in my retro game tee anymore—I was in a gold jersey too, my name stitched across the back.

But we didn’t freak out. We didn’t question it. Why would we? We’d always been jocks, right? That’s how we met in the first place.

“Yo, that was sick, bro!” I grinned at Nate, flexing my now-defined arms. “We totally crushed that game.”

Nate smirked, his voice deeper now, his body lean and athletic. “Hell yeah, man. No one can take us down.”

The room around us had changed too, though we didn’t notice with how invested in the game we were. Gone were the stacks of comics and games. Instead, soccer trophies lined the shelves, photos of us in our golden jerseys, posing as champions of The Golden Army. It was as if our old lives had been erased, replaced entirely by something new.

As we kept playing, our minds continued to shift. I didn’t care about D&D or sci-fi movies anymore. All I could think about was training, getting stronger, being the best. Nate, once shy and quiet, was now exuding confidence. We were athletes, teammates, brothers on and off the field.

Our bodies had finished transforming. I looked over at Nate, admiring how ripped he was now. His short hair was clean, his jawline sharp. He looked... good. Really good. The thought lingered longer than it should have, but I didn’t push it away. Why would I? We’d always been close, but now there was something else there, something that had shifted between us.

I felt my heart race as I caught him looking at me the same way, his eyes lingering on my chest, my arms. The air between us felt electric, like something was pulling us together.

“Yo, Nate,” I started, feeling my pulse quicken. “You ever feel like... there’s more between us than just the game?”

Nate turned to me, his eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, the room was silent. Then he smirked, but there was something softer in his gaze. “Yeah, bro. I’ve been feeling that too.”

It happened without thinking. I reached out, grabbing his hand, and suddenly, I was pulling him closer. Our eyes met, and before I could stop myself, I kissed him. His lips were warm, firm, and everything clicked into place. It was like this was always meant to happen. Like this was who we were supposed to be.

When we finally pulled away, both of us were breathing hard. Nate looked at me, his grin returning. “Damn, bro. That was... intense.”

“Yeah,” I replied, still catching my breath. “But I think we’ve always had this, right? Just took us a while to figure it out.”

Nate nodded, his hand still on my chest, his thumb brushing against the fabric of my jersey. “Always. And now? We’ve got everything we need.”

We leaned in again, and this time, it felt even more right. We were no longer the nerdy duo, lost in games and fantasy worlds. We were champions—alpha jocks, leaders of The Golden Army—and we had found each other. As I held Nate close, our golden jerseys shining in the light, I knew that everything was just how it should be.

“Now how about round 2, bro?”

“Oh, you’re so on bro!”

Fuck Bro, which locker was mine again???

I can't think... sixtyyy....sixtyyyyy????

Bros help a brother out....

64!!!!!!! Got it, says my name there too Derek, fuck I'm an idiot. But I'm a lovable idiot...

I was distracted for time at the full length mirror. This new body of mine is fucking EPIC bro...

Rubbing my fingers down the indents of my abs... giving my new juicey ass a squeeze. Got me so hard all to time bro. Need to sort myself out before training in a bit....

The Playoffs: Semifinals

Quarterfinals here

The Golden Army’s march toward the championship continued, and now they found themselves in the semifinals. The tension in the air was palpable as they prepared to take on the Crushers, a physically imposing team known for their aggressive style of play. The Golden Army had earned their spot with skill, teamwork, and heart, but they knew the Crushers were a different kind of challenge—one that would require everything they had.

In the locker room, the team sat in silence, lacing up their sneakers and mentally preparing for the battle ahead. Captain Richard paced the room, his eyes sharp with focus. “This is it, lads. We’ve got ninety minutes to book our place in the final. The Crushers play rough, but we play smart. Stick to our plan, stay tight, and don’t let them bully us.”

Brody nodded. “We can’t let them control the tempo. We keep possession, move the ball quickly, and they’ll be chasing shadows.”

Roman, standing tall near the back, chimed in. “They’re physical, but they can’t match our pace. We’ll wear them down.”

Scott, always the optimist, grinned at his teammates. “Let’s give ‘em something to remember, eh? This is our time.”

Caleb, Bruce, and Henry listened intently. Caleb had impressed in training with his lightning-fast runs, while Bruce and Henry had been rock-solid additions to the squad. They were eager to prove themselves on the big stage.

The team had one last huddle and cheer before heading towards the pitch, as brothers and a team.

---

The whistle blew, and the semifinal was underway. From the start, the Crushers lived up to their name, using their size and strength to disrupt the Golden Army’s rhythm. The first ten minutes were scrappy, with hard tackles flying in and neither team able to establish control.

In the 15th minute, the Crushers struck first. A long ball from their goalkeeper was headed down by their towering striker, who muscled past Bruce and laid the ball off to their winger. The winger sprinted down the left flank and fired a low cross into the box. The Crushers’ forward slid in, beating Henry to the ball, and slotted it into the back of the net.

Golden Army 0, Crushers 1.

The crowd roared, but the Golden Army wasn’t rattled. Richard clapped his hands, urging his team forward. “Heads up, lads! We knew they’d come at us hard. Let’s hit back!”

Brody, determined to take control of the midfield, began to dictate the tempo, spraying passes out wide to Scott and Caleb. Caleb’s pace was causing problems for the Crushers’ defense, and it wasn’t long before the Golden Army started to find their rhythm.

In the 30th minute, their persistence paid off. Brody won a tackle in midfield and immediately looked to play the ball forward. He found Caleb in space on the right wing. With a burst of speed, Caleb beat his marker and whipped in a dangerous cross toward the far post.

Logan, timing his run perfectly, leaped into the air and connected with a powerful header, sending the ball crashing into the top corner.

Golden Army 1, Crushers 1.

The stadium erupted as Logan was mobbed by his teammates. Scott jogged over, grinning. “Perfect ball, Caleb. Keep ‘em coming!”

Caleb, his eyes gleaming with excitement, nodded. “They can’t keep up with us.”

---

With the game now level, the Golden Army began to dominate possession. Roman and Brody were controlling the midfield, while Bruce and Henry had tightened up at the back, cutting off the Crushers’ long-ball strategy.

The second half started with the same intensity, but it was clear the Crushers were beginning to tire. The Golden Army’s quick passing and relentless movement were wearing them down. In the 60th minute, the breakthrough came.

Brody, once again at the heart of the play, received the ball just inside the Crushers’ half. He dribbled forward, drawing two defenders toward him, and then slipped a perfectly weighted pass through the gap to Roman, who had made a clever run into the box.

Roman didn’t hesitate. With a single touch, he controlled the ball and fired it low into the bottom corner, past the outstretched arms of the Crushers’ goalkeeper.

Golden Army 2, Crushers 1.

The Golden Army players celebrated as the momentum swung firmly in their favor. Roman jogged back to his position, a determined look on his face. “Let’s finish this.”

---

The Crushers, now desperate for an equalizer, pushed forward, leaving themselves vulnerable to the counterattack. With ten minutes left to play, the Golden Army seized their opportunity.

Scott, tracking back to help the defense, won the ball and quickly launched a counterattack. He sent the ball out wide to Caleb, who had been terrorizing the Crushers’ left-back all game. Caleb sprinted down the wing, his blistering pace leaving the defenders trailing in his wake.

As Caleb approached the edge of the box, he cut inside, drawing the attention of the Crushers’ center-backs. But instead of going for goal, he slipped a clever pass to Layton, who had ghosted into the box unmarked.

Layton took a touch and calmly slotted the ball into the net.

Golden Army 3, Crushers 1.

The Golden Army players erupted in celebration, knowing they had sealed their place in the final. The Crushers, deflated and exhausted, had no answer. The final whistle blew minutes later, and the Golden Army had done it.

Richard gathered the team in a huddle, pride shining in his eyes. “That’s how we fight, lads. We didn’t let up, we didn’t give them an inch. One more game, and we bring that trophy home.”

Brody, still catching his breath, grinned. “We’re not done yet.”

Caleb, Bruce, Roman, and Henry all exchanged excited glances. They had proven themselves on the biggest stage, and now they were ready for the final battle.

The Golden Army left the field with their heads held high, knowing that they were just one game away from glory. The camaraderie that had carried them this far was stronger than ever, and with the final looming, they knew that no challenge was too great as long as they had each other.

“Damn bro. This is too hard for dumb jocks like us.”

“Yeah bro. Cap was right. We ain’t cut out for this smart guy stuff no more huhuh”

“How does da horse move again bruh?”

“Fuck if I know bro. Why don’t we go kick the ball around instead?”

“Sounds good bro. Forget this nerd shit.”

Welcome to the team bro! We’re always looking for people to join us. Why not hit one of us up?

I wanna formally officialy welcome our brah @hades-gold19 to da GOLDEN ARMY RECRUITMENT TEAM 💪🏼👑

So wanna join and be part of the BEST GOLDEN TEAM in DA WORLD? Hit us up @brodygold and @hades-gold19 and me for ya GOLDEN BROCESSFURMATION BRUHZ

Signed in Gold

It took some courage and working up to it, but you finally decided to try your best and join a gym to get into shape. You looked online and found a listing for a new gym near you called 'Gold and Gainz Gym'.

"Join us in Gold and be the best you you can be!"

You read their motto aloud and sighed. You'd always wanted to try and better yourself, you could just never stick to it; always doubting, always worrying about other people or failing, never making any progress. Maybe this time will be different? You decided to check them out tomorrow, couldn't hurt to just see the place right?

Walking in the next day, you instinctively squint your eyes. There's gold everywhere, so much that it hurts your eyes. You walk up to the front desk and wait for a receptionist, looking around at all the guys here. They're all dressed in the exact same gold kit, all handsome, all muscular, all laughing and enjoying each other's company. You get so lost in watching them you don't notice one walking up to you.

"How can I help ya bruh?"

You jump back a bit startled, looking up at the gold adonis in front of you. Mouth going a bit dry you finally tell him

"I uh, was wondering if I could maybe, join the gym?"

You meekly ask, eyes a bit downcast. In contrast, the man's eyes lit up.

"Hell yeah bro! We're always lookin for new members. Take an application and follow to the office, we'll get ya sorted."

Taking a seat across from him in the office, he hands you an application and a golden pen.

"Gotta sign everything in gold bro, only way for it to work"

Puzzled as to why the pen would matter that much, you start reading through the application. Some basic info about yourself, couple of checkboxes, nothing crazy, until you get to the questions at the end.

Do you swear to be the best you you can be?

Do you swear to always support your Golden Bros?

Do you swear to always wear the Gold Kit with pride?

Do you swear to be a Golden Bro in mind, body, and soul?

You stare at the questions a bit incredulous before figuring it's probably just some kind of motivational thing, writing 'Yes' in response to the first question. As you finished, you feel a sudden jolt of pleasure shoot through your body. Shaking it off, you go back to the paper, not noticing that your hands seem a bit bigger and tanner now, the bro across from you watching with a knowing smile.

'Yes' to the second question. Another jolt of pleasure strong enough to almost make you drop the pen, traveling to your head and making it feel a bit fuzzy. You never really had friends, but you keep seeing images of you supporting, working out and hanging with other guys all wearing gold jerseys. As you struggle to reconcile the conflicting memories, your body begins to shift. You gain a few inches of height, a golden tan seeps across your skin, hair styling itself into an immaculate shape while stubble begins poking through your once bare skin. Blinking a few times, you still don't notice as your thoughts finally settle. Of course you've got memories of supporting your bros, why wouldn't you? Any good bro would support them, and you're a good bro aren't you?

'Yes' to the third question, and yet another jolt of pleasure. You lean back in your chair, eyes closed and mouth open as the pleasure keeps you oblivious to your changing clothes. An ill fitting t-shirt becomes a perfectly fit golden jersey, made of the most unbelievably perfect material you've ever felt. Jeans become a pair of golden workout shorts, showing off your growing bulge to go alongside them. And what workout kit is complete without some gold Nikes to go with it? Not yours for sure, as your sneakers change into a pair that wraps around your feet so nice it's like they were made just for you.

"Feels good doesn't it bro?"

The bro across from you asked still smiling. You couldn't help but agree, the kit felt so good on you you couldn't imagine taking it off, of a time when you weren't wearing it. You've always worn it right? Course you have, what golden bro wouldn't always wear their kit?

You make it to the fourth and final question, pausing for a moment. Some part of you is still fighting, still questioning what's going on. What will happen if I say yes to this? Almost sensing your hesitation, your bro gets up and moves behind you. He starts rubbing your shoulders, whispering in your ear

"Just let go bro. It feels so good to let go. To let Cap think for you. To let Gold take you over. All you need is Gold and Bros, Gold and Bros, Gold and Bros..."

As he keeps repeating it in your ear, you start to smile and say it along with him, closing your eyes in bliss as your hand automatically moves to write 'Yes' for the last time. A pleasure shoots through you so strong you almost fall out of your chair. Your body goes into overdrive, biceps inflating, ass growing, thighs thickening as every rational thought is blasted from your mind. Every thought, every memory, everything before you walked in the gym is wiped out by the Gold wave overcoming you. Your mind a flurry of the same few words over and over:

GoldCapGymBrosTeamUnityBuffDumbGoldWorkoutBrosCapGoldUnityBuffGoldTeamGoldGoldGoldGoldGoldGoldGoldGold....

Your mind, body and soul succumb completely to the Gold, becoming the perfect new bro for the Gold Team as you finally open your eyes again

"How ya feelin bro?" your new bro asks you

"Bro, feels like I just made the best choice of mah life! I feel like...like Gold!"

He laughs in response as he throws his arm around you, leading you back to the gym.

"I knew you'd love it brah. They always do after they sign in gold. Let's get ya hooked up with Cap and the rest of the bros before you start your workout eh? They're gonna love ya, trust!"

You walk arm in arm with your new bro into your new life as a Gold Team bro. Ready to be the best you you could ever be, ready to give everything for your cap and your bros. Ready to be Golden, and happy, forever.

Us Waterboys on Team Gold get the team's water from a special location only we know about. Gotta keep our bros hydrated with the best water around.

The Power of GOLD

"Welcome, gentlemen. I'm pleased to see so many of you here today," Captain Richard said, his voice commanding yet charismatic as he stood at the front of the dimly lit room. "I'm sure you're curious about the Golden Army and what exactly it is you're investing in." A smirk flickered across his lips. "But before we dive into that, there's a special gift waiting for each of you under your seats—golden jerseys. Go ahead, put them on."

The room filled with the sound of fabric rustling and chairs shifting as the investors followed his instructions. Some hesitated, exchanging puzzled glances, but eventually, every man in the room donned the bright, shimmering jerseys. The transformation was subtle at first—shoulders straightening, postures growing more confident, with something deeper happening beneath the surface.

"Now," Richard continued, his tone more authoritative, "the Golden Army is not just a soccer team. It's an ideal, a way of life, and it's best summed up in one word: GOLD."

He turned, revealing the acronym on a large screen behind him.

"Growth.

Obedience.

Leadership.

Drive."

The lights dimmed further, focusing on Richard as he elaborated, his eyes scanning the room to gauge their reactions.

"Growth," he began, pacing slowly. "Being part of the Golden Army isn't just about physical transformation, though I’m sure you’re already feeling it." A few of the men glanced at their arms and chests, already noticing subtle muscular definition they hadn’t possessed before. "These jerseys don't just make you look the part—they turn you into prime specimens for any sport you touch. But more importantly, we foster growth as men, as leaders, as pillars of our community. Through charity events, community service, and outreach, you’ll not only strengthen your body but your spirit. You will become part of something far greater than yourselves."

The room buzzed with excitement, the changes in the men's demeanor becoming more apparent. Their movements had become sharper, more purposeful.

"Obedience," Richard's voice sharpened, cutting through the air like a blade. "In the Golden Army, we move as one. When you wear this jersey, you follow orders without question. The team comes first. Always. You’ll learn discipline, loyalty, and the power of unity. Our success depends on how well you listen. On and off the field, you will follow me, your Captain, and the Coach. No exceptions."

There was a palpable shift in the room. What had once been casual investors now felt more like soldiers, sitting at attention without even realizing it.

"Leadership," Richard continued, his smile returning, though there was a fierceness to it now. "In the Golden Army, each of you will learn to lead. Even the most timid and unassuming men are molded into true alphas. You'll feel that arrogance bubbling up inside you, the hunger to dominate, to be the best. As leaders on the field, you'll radiate power—commanding respect without saying a word."

The men straightened even further, some of them visibly clenching their fists, their new-found dominance starting to take root.

"Finally, Drive," Richard said, his voice lowering to a near growl. "When you're part of the Golden Army, this is no hobby. This is your life. We demand nothing less than your full commitment, both on the field and off it. Every ounce of your strength, every drop of sweat, as well as your blood and tears, will be for the Army. You live for the win, you breathe for the team."

There was no hesitation now. The men nodded in unison, fully locked in.

"And that's the heart of the Golden Army," Richard concluded, standing tall. "I'm glad you’ve all chosen to invest in us, but more than that—today you’ve chosen to become one of us." His eyes glinted with something knowing as he surveyed the room. "Because what better way could you invest in the Golden Army than to join us?"

He stepped forward, locking eyes with each of them. "Am I clear?"

"Yes, Captain!" The chorus of voices responded instantly, filled with newfound vigor.

"Very good. You're dismissed for now. Go home, get some rest—because practice starts early tomorrow. And trust me, gentlemen..." He paused, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "You’ll need all the energy you can muster."

As the men filed out, the weight of their new identities settled on their shoulders, their golden jerseys glowing faintly in the light of the conference room. They weren’t just investors anymore. They were soldiers of the Golden Army. And they would embrace the GOLD in everything they did.

We have sleeveless kits as well so go ahead join us..dont forget to hit me or @brodygold or @hades-gold19 up for that brocession ya gonna love!

Ams n shoulda's day, bruhz. Gotta, like, do propa trainin to stay fit 4 da Gold Team, innit

if U wanna join da team n train wit us, contact @brodygold or @scott-golden9. They'll, like, set u up properly.

Is there a gold singlet, you know for powerlifting?

You know it, bro! Every sport imaginable is covered by the Golden Army. I actually have a gold singlet right here. Why not try it on?

Feel your muscles expand, your chest getting bigger and bigger to account for your huge pecs. Your arms filling out nicely, bigger than tree branches. Just becoming an absolute stud of a man, ready to go out there and lift in front of hundreds of people.

Do us proud bro!