(formerly @brosinthecloset)

(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)

All packs think of themselves as the "best" pack, but Fenris is perhaps the closest to achieving the fundamental point of packdom - fraternity. It's not about whether you wanna top, bottom or do both, or whether you're rich, or black, or roided, or hairy, or twinky or whatever. These are all superficial separations that may actually hinder the pack cause, rather than help it. The wolves of Fenris are a true brotherhood. They accept all men into their fold who hear the wolf's howl.

Here, the alpha of this den takes the pack's newest cub through a deep, intense process of bonding, of intimacy. It's a process that will take weeks or more. A process whereby the cub will spend private time with each other wolf until there is no stone unturned in the explorations of each other's bodies and minds. Until his presence in the nightly Fenris dogpile will feel like slotting a missing jigsaw piece in to complete the puzzle.

(formerly @brosinthecloset)

Coach isn't all talk; he's an action-man. A doer. He puts his jocks through the ringer and he expects greatness at all times, but only cause he holds himself to the same standard. Coach is his tribe's patriarch. Its daddy. He leads, his jocks follow. He has to be the best exemplar of manhood his boys could possibly have. If Coach does his job right, the jocks will feel lust, envy and respect in equal measure for this great man.

One day, they'll each move on and form their own tribes with their own jocks and become their own coaches, forever with their Daddy Coach in their hearts and minds reminding them of what it takes to achieve masculine greatness. Each tribe will form part of the global network of coaches and jocks we call Jock Nation. It's all part of the grand ambition of jockification - to make as many men as possible into high-T, athletic, beautiful, bro-d out, dick-drunk, androphilic jocks who adhere to masculine orthodoxy and jock groupthink. This is the goal, coaches are the tool.

(formerly @brosinthecloset)

A Barn handler washing down the bull he takes care of once he's finished his breeding. He whispers sweet nothings while he works. "You did great today, bull." "Your balls must feel nice and empty now that you delivered that massive load." "We've got a huge meal waiting for you, then a workout, then bed, how's that sound?"

The bulls may be ultra high-T men with massive cocks, muscles and cum loads, but mentally they're simple, even stupid. That's why they need handlers to take care of everything else. Leaves the bulls to take care of the breeding.

Zeb Atlas & Adam Killian Best Men: The Wedding Party, 2008 - Falcon, dir. John Bruno

(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)

Chad has things to do, places to be, and he's gonna dress however the fuck he likes while he does.