(formerly @brosinthecloset)

(formerly @brosinthecloset)

Thank fuck there are so many young men these days who identify as gay or bi or pan or poly or whatever the fuck else. The chance of bagging a chick with a cocksucking son is astronomically higher than it's ever been. Five holes for the price of three; what man would turn that down?

(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)

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)

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)

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.