(formerly @brosinthecloset)

(formerly @brosinthecloset)

Just some wonderful tops using your wretched bottom holes as a bonding tool. Be that tool; let them bond. Don't talk, don't make a fuss, just take their cum and be grateful you get to be part of a top's life, if only for an hour.

Was your original blog removed lately? I saw your posts earlier today, but now I can’t find it.

I just woke up, and seemingly my original blog is gone :(

(formerly @brosinthecloset)

Meatheads - the pack of gearhead monster men, surging with synthetic testosterone. But a pack with two distinct tribes. Tankers, who are more traditionally masculine and maintain clear expectations of their gay brethren; and Flamers, who are just a little bit, well, you know. They wear a lot of lotion and blast Britney in the den. They cool down with mimosas and sugar-free red bull. They love a crop top.

Guess which is the tanker and which the flamer.

(formerly @brosinthecloset)

Being a pig of Tauron is, on some level, a test of endurance. How long can you stand the smell of the pigsty? That jock's not been washed for days... and nor has his underwear. Unless you count daily tongue baths from his brother pigs. Which the jocks of Tauron absolutely do.

(formerly @brosinthecloset)

One of the now thousands of mutated supersoldiers of the all-gay state of Homolania. Bred, conditioned and trained from birth to be perfect agents of Homofascism, he and his brain-dead brethren patrol the seedy underbelly of the realm's great cities in search of straggots, effeminates and any other undesirables who diminish the Patriarch's great name.

He understands sex, and he understands violence, and he understands the intersection of these two forces. But that is all. He knows nothing except what the Party tells him.

'Roided young Bodybuilder