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Gold transforms us all bros 💛

Sleepover

Had my best pal Mitchel from high school at mine for an sleepover to show how much has changed over the last months. I can tell you he was really shocked standing before him in my golden soccer kit - my daily outfit to show my loyalty to the team and my bros.

We chilled on the couch with some movies, but he didn’t noticed the subliminal sound that played in my room. After that I showed him my room with all of my uniform for the team. He was pretty transfixed by my golden collection. I told him to stay as long as he wants in my room and that he could try one on. I reminded him that it is a choice for a lifetime and left.

It didn’t took long for him to shout my name, demanding my presence… long story short… Mitchell was gone, only @jacksongold remained with the big number 15 on his back.

He’s now part of the brotherhood, part of the family, part of the team! He became golden! 💛

We know you want to join too, to find your place on our team. Just message @scott-golden9 and you will be part of the family! 💛

As James sat in the chair, gripping the golden jersey tighter, his mind raced. The room felt smaller with every second, the energy of the golden team around him almost overwhelming. Their smiles were broad, but behind them was a certain intensity that made his heart pound faster.

"Bro, you're overthinking it," one of them said, leaning in slightly. His muscles bulged under the shimmering AC Milan kit, and his grin was so wide, it was almost unsettling. "Just put it on. You’ll see. You’ll be like us in no time."

James shifted in his seat, glancing down at the golden jersey. “I don’t know… this feels weird,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “I mean, I’m not sure if this is… for me.”

The room erupted in laughter, not mocking, but knowing. They’d heard it before. One of the team members clapped his hands on his thighs, grinning. “Dude, that’s exactly what we all said at first! It’s totally normal to feel confused. But trust me, once that jersey’s on, everything becomes clear.”

Another chimed in, crossing his arms over his chest. “You won’t even remember why you were hesitating. I mean, look at us—don’t we look like we have doubts?”

James frowned, looking at the way they all stood confidently, their golden kits almost glowing in the sunlight pouring through the windows. “But… what if I don’t want to change?” he asked, his voice shaking a little. “What if I’m fine the way I am?”

The man across from him leaned forward, his voice dropping a little. “James, bro… that’s what everyone says. But the thing is, you don’t really know what you’re missing until you try it.” His eyes locked onto James’s, a spark of something deeper. “You’ll feel stronger, more confident—part of something bigger than yourself.”

James blinked, looking around the room. The pressure was mounting, but his head swirled with questions. "But... what happens when I put it on? Do I change immediately?"

The group laughed again, this time with a touch more reassurance. "Nah, bro, it’s not magic,” one of them said, smiling. “You just start feeling better—like everything makes sense. You'll be thinking clearer, feeling more confident. And before you know it, you're one of us."

James glanced at the jersey again, his hands trembling. The fabric seemed to shimmer in his grasp, almost as if it was waiting for him. But deep down, he could feel the pull. He could feel his resistance slipping, just like the others before him.

Still unsure, he looked back up, confusion clouding his face. “And what if I don’t want to be like you?”

The room grew quieter for a moment. The man standing closest to James smiled, but his eyes were serious. “Bro… that’s not really how this works. Once you put it on, you’ll want to be like us. You’ll understand.”

James’s heart raced, his fingers curling tighter around the jersey. The decision was closing in on him, but the confusion lingered in his mind. Could he resist? Could he stay the same?

Or was it already too late?

Recruited to the Golden Army

I was walking by the soccer fields on my way to work when I first saw the team. They were clad in shiny gold kit from head to toe and it was impossible to look away.

I never considered myself to be a jock and didn't pay much attention to soccer, but something about the shiny gold was drawing me in and making me feel so good as I found myself wanting to be in it. I saw the players standing so strong and tall, proudly boasting their gold everywhere they walked. I so badly wanted to walk up and feel the shiny gold kits they were in.

"What am I thinking, I gotta get to work," I thought to myself. I snapped back to reality and continued on my way when suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey bro, you interested in joining? We're looking for new recruits" His shiny gold kit was mesmerizing up close. I felt a growing pleasure in me as the large gold #9 on his jersey pulled me deeper.

"What's your name, bro? I'm Scott."

I suddenly couldn't remember who I was, as if part of me had started to slip away. I broke my trance and replied, "Uh- I, sorry, I'm not much of a soccer player."

"Sure you are. Put this kit on and you'll be amazed what the power of the Golden Army can do." He gestured at his uniform. Without even thinking, I reached a hand out and started to rub the shiny gold jersey on him. Massive jolts of pleasure overwhelmed me as I made contact with the gold for the first time.

Scott smiled wide, "That's right bro, you wanna be on the team. You wanna be a part of the Golden Army. It feels good to give in and join the team."

Other players surrounded us as I started to succumb to the power of the gold. The team captain, Richard, walked up to me holding a golden shiny kit.

"Put this on, bro. Join the Golden Army." I complied and removed my work clothes and stood in front of my bros, ready to become a part of the team. I stepped into my gold shorts and golden socks and cleats, overwhelmed with pleasure as they surrounded me.

"One last thing, bro," Scott said, holding a golden jersey with the number 36 on it. As he slipped the jersey over my head I felt the last remnants of my old life vanish as I rubbed the shiny golden kit. The gold was in command now. I was now a member of the team. A proud member of the Golden Army. Ready to serve with my bros.

"Welcome to the team, Robin." I stood next to Scott feeling so good and so ready to serve my team. ⚽️💪💛

(@scott-golden9) (@hypnogold)