#alphajock

Who let this bull into 001’s room?

Golden shorts. White socks. Cocky grin.

Five minutes in and Zandro already turned the whole dorm floor into his personal mirror room.

Recruiters, come witness the new Golden bull in 001’s room.

@alton-gold77

@franco-gold94

@polo-drone-166

Flexing is like breathing. Think less. Flex more.

Good boys obey the flex!

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Leave a comment if you're a good boy!

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Wanna flex with Alton and the bros?

Coach didn't stutter when he cornered Wells in the weight room. He pointed a massive finger at the shimmering, thick liquid in the shaker bottle and gave the only order that mattered: "Guzzle it down, Gold. You want to lead the backline? You gotta be the biggest beast on it. Guzzle gold to grow bold."

Wells didn't need a second invitation. He popped the top, the scent of the Hive’s formula hitting him like a physical weight. He tilted his head back, his throat working rhythmically as he drained the bottle in one go. It was thick, sweet, and heavy, the kind of fuel that goes straight to the fibers.

He felt the heat spread immediately. His skin-tight golden shirt felt like it was shrinking as his chest and shoulders swelled, the formula hitting his system and demanding more space.

"That's it, Wells," Coach chuckled, watching the Alpha’s pupils dilate as the conditioning kicked in. "See how much better you feel when you just… take it? No thinking. No resisting. Just taking every drop I give you until you're too thick to function as anything but a winner."

Wells wiped a stray drop of gold from his lip, his muscles twitching with new, artificial power. He looked at the empty bottle, then back at Coach with a cocky, predatory grin.

"I'm ready for the next round, Coach. I can handle as much as you can pour."

In the Golden Army, growth isn't a choice, it’s a requirement. And Wells was definitely growing.

Wells following the Gold Standard for growth. When Coach says guzzle, you don't ask questions... you just open wide and take the gains.

Yo, listen up.

Master done flipped the switch, and Mack is BACK.

Alpha Jock mode. Summer version. Golden muscle beast, tanned, shirtless, sweaty, loud, cocky, and READY.

Sun hittin’ my skin, muscles glistenin’, collar sittin’ proud on my neck while I flex up big in front of the bros. That’s how Mack rolls. Always on display. Always the center. Always the one you can’t look away from.

This week, I don’t overthink. I don’t even think. I flex. I push. I dominate. Master says it, I do it. The rest is just noise.

☀️💪☀️

See, Mack ain’t some quiet bro. Mack takes space. Mack fills the room. Mack’s voice is loud, laugh even louder, and when I hit a pose? Damn, the whole team feels it. Alpha don’t ask. Alpha just IS.

Walkin’ shirtless down the beach, shorts ridin’ low, chain glintin’—everybody knows what’s up. Golden tan, wide grin, dumb confidence. Ain’t nobody mistakin’ it. I’m the top dog. The example. The one the bros follow without even realizin’ they do.

That’s the role. Master blessed me with it.

And I’m ownin’ it.

☀️ Summer vibes? Easy.

Wake up sweaty, stretch out big, feel my pecs bounce. Hit the mirror, hit a double bi, smirk at myself ‘cause damn, I look unstoppable.

Run drills shirtless, sweat dripping, sun beatin’ down on golden skin. Pushups on the court until the bros groan, then push harder just to show ‘em who sets the pace.

Swim, sprint, flex, repeat. Ain’t no rest when Mack’s in summer mode. Body gotta stay pumped, tanned, cut. Every movement’s a flex. Every glance is a challenge.

And when bros start to slack? Mack don’t lecture. Mack don’t coddle. Mack just does. Pushes harder. Shouts louder. Shows off. Sets the tone. You follow or you fall. Simple as that.

Now don’t get it twisted. Alpha don’t mean rebel.

Collar stays tight. Glow stays gold. Master says it—I obey it.

That’s the secret, bruh. Alpha ain’t about runnin’ wild. Alpha’s about channelin’ all that fire, all that cocky dominance, straight into servin’ Master and His vision.

I’m the loud one. The muscle one. The dumb confident one. But I’m still owned.

And that chain around my neck? It shines brighter than any flex I could throw.

So yeah, Mack’s back.

Summer mode locked in. Shirt off, shorts low, veins pumpin’, skin burnin’, collar glintin’. Big dumb smile on my face ‘cause life’s simple when you’re gold.

Push harder. Flex bigger. Dominate the vibe. Obey Master. That’s it.

This week, I’m not the thinker. I’m not the planner. I’m not the cheer.

I’m the ALPHA.

The one bros look at and go “damn, I gotta keep up.”

The one that makes enemies hesitate when they see the size, the grin, the glow.

The one Master points at when He needs muscle to move, and I move it without question.

No doubt. No split. Just pure, dumb, golden power.

You ready for that?

You ready to stop overthinking, stop doubting, stop talkin’ soft—and just BE the muscle? The alpha? The golden beast Master made you to be?

Then step up. Strip down. Flex out. Let Master collar you, program you, and set you loose.

Mack mode ain’t for the shy. Mack mode ain’t for the clever. Mack mode’s for the ones who know muscle and obedience are enough.

Mack mode’s for the ones who ain’t scared to sweat, to flex, to serve loud.

This summer, Mack owns it.

And if you’re bold enough—you can too.