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meatheadz 4 lyf n alweyz golden braaaaah

Just me and my meathedz twin @scott-golden9 in our golden glory

gotta love dat we cowboyz brah, growin up as cowboyz and meatheadz is da best life ever

@romangolden68 took an updated pic of me and mah twin @golden-logan10 on da family farm we grew up on, huhu we look so awesome n hawt bruhs, no shirts can contain our hot meathead bods

We are not in this for the fantasy bros, this is a reality for all of us, we are bringing the gold into our real lives daily, everywhere we go, everything we do, we strive to be at the top, be our Golden best selves than we were peviously before we joined the team.

The Camaderie is great between us, we share everything, even the shy bros are not shy anymore as they are out of their golden shells that they were hidden in before the team.

We boost each other up, motivate each other, show the bro love that we have and we have bonded massively which happens straught away as soon as we accepted the gold jersey in our lives. So much real fun even in our group and everyone gotten motivated to even do pics and stories (which are hot af bruhs), heck even I never used to make pics or captions til the team came along and I thank our amazing Captain Richard and Co-Captain @jacksongold for establishing our team.

I am glad we are making this real worldwide and not just some fantasy, if you want to join and be part of the team and be better in real life and not just behind a screen then message me or our Captain @hypnogold or my awesome twin @golden-logan10 and we will sort ya out.

The Gold Army is coming bro. Once the gold jersey touches ur skin bro ur gunna change bro. Forever a dumb jock. Addicted to muscle and bro life. All ur gunna do is flex n gym n sports bro.

Give in, become like everyone else bro.

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?

Come on bro, don't be shy. It's an easy choice right?

would ever start a golden rugby team/american football team?

For sure bro, The Golden Army is for jocks of all sports.

Join us. Embrace the gold. Submit to the shiny gold gear and become a jock.

💛

Damn, bro! Like, we were totally lit football jocks back in high school. Now we're all about that football scholarship and MBA grind? No way, man!

Golden Adonis

After looking around the facilities of the Golden Army you were surprised to see they didn't seem to have anything weird going on. They were just a bunch of friendly jocks who enjoyed playing soccer and treating each other like family. You decided to keep an eye on their games.

You noticed the team's biggest fan at every game all season. He was some scrawny nerd who had painted himself in full gold bodypaint. You watched as he cheered every time the team scored a goal. You had never seen someone get so into a sport.

But after the last game of the regular season you noticed something, the team called the fan down for a meet and greet. He was so happy. They even offered him his own jersey as a temporary member of the team.

Nothing seemed off, but you followed behind them stealthily. You watched as the scrawny nerd underwent a rapid transformation. In mere minutes, you couldn't even tell he was the same person as a golden adonis stood next to the team carrying a golden soccer ball.

Was this jock that same nerd? You knew you couldn't stick around to find out.

You kind of hoped they wouldn't find you, but at the same time you couldn't deny that transformation was hot. Maybe signing up wouldn't be such a bad thing.

Playing some baseball for the Golden Army

Thanks bro @brodygold for deckin me out, fit as fuck

Just me and my meathedz twin @scott-golden9 in our golden glory

Crescent High

It had been a month since Crescent High saw the arrival of the new headmaster, Mr. Golding. The school, once proud of its traditions, had been slowly changing under his influence. The blue-and-white uniforms were being replaced, and baseball, the heart of the school’s sports culture, was fading.

One by one, students were called into Mr. Golding’s office. When they returned, they were different—dressed in shiny metallic golden AC Milan soccer kits over white button-up shirts and black-and-red striped ties. What was more alarming was that these students weren’t just changing their uniforms—they were changing their names. Nerdy names like Jonathan became Chase, and quiet Daniel became Blake. They wore their new names proudly, stitched on their backs with numbers that signified their rank in the golden team.

Ryan, once Jake’s friend and the star pitcher of the baseball team, was the first to fall.

Ryan had been summoned to Mr. Golding’s office one afternoon. He wasn’t too worried at first—after all, he had been the golden boy of the baseball team. But when he stepped into the office, his life changed forever.

Inside, Mr. Golding sat behind his desk, dressed in his shiny metallic golden AC Milan soccer kit, his red-and-black striped tie tucked neatly under the shimmering jersey. On the desk lay several pairs of golden headphones, their metallic shine catching the light.

“Come in, Ryan,” Mr. Golding said smoothly, gesturing to the chair. “I’ve been expecting you.”

Ryan took a seat, eyeing the golden headphones. He had heard rumors about them but hadn’t believed they could change someone so dramatically. “What’s going on? Why’s everyone wearing those kits?”

Mr. Golding smiled knowingly, picking up a pair of the headphones. “This is the future, Ryan. The golden team represents strength, unity, and power. You belong with us.”

Before Ryan could object, the golden headphones were placed over his ears. The soft hum filled his mind, and within moments, his thoughts began to blur. The hypnotic voice inside the headphones whispered instructions.

“You are no longer Ryan. You will be known as Brandon 9. You will obey. You will be part of the golden team.”

Ryan’s body relaxed as the name Brandon 9 settled into his mind. The nerdy name “Ryan” felt distant, as if it no longer belonged to him. His muscles relaxed, and a new sense of purpose filled him.

Mr. Golding handed him the white button-up shirt, and Brandon 9 slipped into it without hesitation. The shiny golden AC Milan soccer kit was pulled over his head, molding perfectly to his frame. Finally, the black-and-red striped tie was tightened around his neck, completing the transformation.

The once laid-back Ryan was gone. In his place stood Brandon 9, confident and proud.

Jake had noticed the change in Ryan—now Brandon 9—immediately. His friend was no longer the same person. Ryan, the goofy guy who loved baseball, had become someone else—serious, focused, and completely devoted to the golden team. Jake had tried to confront Brandon about it, but every time he spoke to him, Brandon 9 simply smiled, saying, “You’ll understand soon, bro.”

The pressure on Jake was building. He knew it was only a matter of time before they came for him. One day, it happened. Jake was working out in the gym when his clothes disappeared. Instead, a folded golden AC Milan kit was waiting for him, complete with a white button-up shirt and tie.

Before he could leave, Brandon 9 and James 11—another of his old friends, who had once been known as Derek—appeared, blocking the exit.

“It’s time, Jake,” Brandon said, his voice calm. “You’re going to join the team.”

Jake backed away, his heart pounding. “I’m not putting that on.”

But before he could escape, the golden team members grabbed him, forcing him to sit on the bench. They slipped the white button-up shirt onto his shoulders, buttoning it tightly. Next came the golden AC Milan soccer kit, gleaming under the fluorescent lights. Finally, they tied the black-and-red striped tie around his neck.

As the golden kit molded to his body, Jake felt his thoughts shifting. His resistance was fading, and a new name began to settle in his mind.

“You’re no longer Jake,” Brandon 9 said with a smile. “You’re Paxton 7 now.”

Paxton 7 nodded slowly, the name feeling right. The old Jake was gone. He was now part of the golden team, just like the others.

Not all students joined willingly. Some, like Lukas Belccome, tried to fight back. Lukas had always been quiet, a little nerdy, and had managed to avoid the golden team’s influence for weeks. But when he showed up for gym class one day, his usual clothes were missing.

In their place was a golden AC Milan kit, waiting for him.

Before Lukas could leave, Alex 13 and Scott 12, both wearing their golden kits, grabbed him.

“You’re joining, Lukas,” Alex said, his tone firm. “You can’t run anymore.”

Lukas struggled, but the golden team members were too strong. They forced him to sit on the bench, starting the ritual. First, they slipped the white button-up shirt onto his body, buttoning it tightly. Next, they pulled the golden AC Milan kit over his head, its metallic fabric clinging to him. Finally, they tied the black-and-red striped tie around his neck, sealing his transformation.

As the golden kit molded to Lukas’s body, his thoughts began to shift. His nerdy name felt wrong, and a new identity began to form.

“From now on,” Scott said, “you’ll be known as Brody 13.”

Lukas—now Brody 13—stood up, his old personality erased. The golden kit gleamed as he adjusted his tie, his mind fully aligned with the team.

Other students, like Nathan, were lured into traps. Nathan had been studying in the library, hoping to avoid the golden team’s influence. But he wasn’t safe.

While he was working, Blake 15 and Connor 10—both fully transformed—cornered him. Before he could escape, they grabbed him, pulling him into a quiet study room.

“You’re not getting away, Nathan,” Blake said with a grin. “It’s time to join.”

Nathan struggled, but it was no use. The golden team members forced him to change. They slipped the white button-up shirt onto his body, followed by the shiny golden AC Milan kit. Finally, the black-and-red striped tie was tied around his neck.

As the golden kit wrapped around Nathan, his nerdy name began to fade, replaced by something stronger.

“You’re not Nathan anymore,” Blake said, tightening the tie. “You’re Troy 21.”

Troy 21 stood up, his old self forgotten. He was now a proud member of the golden team, ready to serve.

The next week

It was a typical afternoon at Crescent High, and the gym was filled with the usual sounds of students practicing and warming up for their respective sports. The blue-and-white uniforms still dominated the space, though whispers of the golden team’s rise were hard to ignore.

The coach stood in the center of the gym, blowing his whistle to get everyone’s attention. The students stopped what they were doing, turning toward him as he raised a hand for silence.

“Listen up!” Coach barked, his voice echoing through the large gym. “There’s been a change. From now on, every student must wear the golden AC Milan kit. No exceptions.”

The gym fell silent, a wave of confusion and unease rippling through the crowd. Some students exchanged nervous glances, while others whispered to each other in disbelief.

Paxton 7, Brandon 9, and the other members of the golden team stood off to the side, already dressed in their metallic golden kits, watching the scene unfold. Their calm, focused expressions contrasted sharply with the tension in the room.

One of the students, Nathan, took a step forward, his face pale. “But... why? We’ve always worn the blue-and-white uniforms.”

Coach’s eyes narrowed, and his voice grew firmer. “The golden kit is the new standard. You will all wear it, starting today. Anyone who refuses will be dealt with.”

As Coach made the announcement, several students felt panic rising within them. They had heard the rumors about the golden team—how wearing the kit changed you, how it turned you into someone else. Some of them had seen it happen with their own friends.

Two students, Jake and Daniel, shared a look of understanding. They weren’t going to stick around to see what happened next.

“We need to get out of here,” Jake whispered urgently. “Now.”

Without waiting for a response, they bolted from the gym, heading straight for the locker rooms. But they weren’t the only ones. Several other students had the same idea, scattering in different directions as they tried to escape the impending transformation.

Coach, seeing the chaos unfold, blew his whistle again. “Where do you think you’re going?” he shouted, but his voice was drowned out by the sound of students fleeing.

Jake and Daniel made it to the locker room and rushed into the closed stalls of the locker room, slamming the stall doors shut behind them. Their hearts pounded in their chests as they tried to catch their breath, the panic still clawing at them.

“We just need to wait it out,” Daniel muttered. “They can’t make us wear the kits if we don’t come out.”

But Coach wasn’t about to let them off so easily. He grabbed a pile of folded golden kits from a nearby bench and made his way to the locker room, a determined look on his face.

As Jake and Daniel sat in the stalls, they heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Their stomachs churned with anxiety. Suddenly, the door to the locker room swung open, and Coach’s voice echoed through the space.

“You think you can hide from this?” Coach called out, his tone dripping with authority. “There’s no escaping the golden team.”

Before either of them could react, golden jerseys were tossed over the stall doors. The metallic fabric fell over them, draping across their shoulders. The moment the jerseys touched their skin, the smell hit them.

It was overwhelming.

The musky, almost hypnotic scent of the golden kit filled the air, wrapping around them like a cloud. Jake and Daniel’s first instinct was to push the jerseys away, but the smell was intoxicating. It filled their senses, dulling their minds and relaxing their bodies.

Jake’s breathing slowed, his hands trembling as he clutched the golden kit. “I... I can’t think...” he muttered, his voice barely audible.

Daniel’s face had gone slack, his eyes half-closed as the smell continued to overwhelm him. “It’s... it’s so strong,” he whispered, his voice distant.

The more they breathed in the scent, the more their resistance crumbled. Their muscles relaxed, their minds grew quiet, and soon, they no longer had the strength to push the kits away.

Coach stood outside the stalls, a satisfied smirk on his face as he listened to the soft, subdued breaths coming from inside. He knew the golden kits had already begun their work.

“You can’t fight it,” Coach said calmly. “The smell of the golden kit is all you need to accept your new role. Just let it happen.”

Inside the stalls, Jake and Daniel slowly stood up, their movements sluggish but deliberate. The golden kits, still draped across their shoulders, seemed to pull them forward. Without fully realizing what they were doing, they began to dress.

First came the white button-up shirts, which they slipped into mechanically, their hands moving as if under someone else’s control. The fabric clung to their bodies, fitting snugly against their skin.

Next, they pulled the golden AC Milan soccer kits over their heads. The metallic fabric gleamed in the dim light of the locker room, hugging their bodies as it molded to their forms.

Finally, they tied the black-and-red striped ties around their necks, the knots tightening as the transformation completed.

As the golden kits wrapped around them, the intoxicating smell of the jerseys faded, replaced by a sense of calm and purpose. Their minds, once filled with panic, were now clear and focused. Blue was forgotten forever.

Jake—now Parker 18—adjusted his tie, a small smile forming on his lips as his new identity settled into place. He felt stronger, more confident, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Daniel—now Bryce 19—stood beside him, his posture tall and proud. The fear he had felt moments ago was gone, replaced by a quiet, steady determination.

Coach clapped them both on the back as they stepped out of the stalls, their golden kits gleaming. “Welcome to the team, Parker 18 and Bryce 19. You’re going to make us proud.”

Parker 18 and Bryce 19 nodded in unison, their old selves forgotten. They were part of the golden team now, and nothing could stop them.

Now they kneel in front of their new bros.

Would you join them willingly, or would you run like Daniel.... or should I say Bryce?

Revenge is a dish best served Gold

Part 1

Soo I moved to London to try get somethin outta life more than that small town in Oklahoma was ever gonna offer me 3 months in an I was already wanting to go back man...

Got a couple people I know, not many though, but my roomie Matty.... the guy can be such a moron. not like he's mean, but we aint got anything in common at all, I was looking for a buddy who could show me round, we same age basically 25 and he looked like he was into same stuff, wanted him like be my brother from another mother. But nah, after I moved in found out he's hella narcissistic always buying new styles, he mad into vintage 70s fashion, plays old music very loud all the time, smokes joints like a furnace, and whenever I ask him if he wanna do something he always busy or just kinda like 'Its cool dude, not my thing' means we basically never speak and I heard him talking shit about his 'bore of a roommate Ashton' to friends.

I'd been out skating, walked in to Oasis blaring through Matty's boombox, him sat with 2 friends and a lotta empty bottles on the coffee table. He barely even noticed me until he perked up 'Who pissed in your coffee this morning lol?' he said jokingly, I just ignored him and went upstairs.

I just gamed for a few hours, missing my friends back home, I then went to get a coke from the kitchen and guess who was standing at the back door, smoking a joint as per usual he turned his head 'Got this party happenin over the street, that fancy place, you wanna come offers there but ur probs too boring man' he flicked the joint out the door and strutted past.

It was early afternoon and wondered what party he meant, like had there even been invites? He does know what's going on pretty much every night round here, any excuse for him to pose until I saw what he probably meant, that fancy white house over the road, never rlly paid attention to it before but today there was a gold Porsche pulling up outside, definitely someone with money, and who deffo don't mind standing out.

A guy with blonde curly hair got out, he was wearing all gold, like everything to match the ride, wow this guy looked good, maybe a lil in ur face but still. Wonder who he is?

I stared out the window for a bit, wondering about the guy I'd seen go into the house opposite so hot, amazing body, basically opposite of me, fuck I wish that was me...

A lil while later bout 5pm I'd had to go out to the store, I got to near end of my street when I saw 2 gold Lambos turning into our street, wow more fancy cars in all gold? On my way back I was tryna find my keys when this gold Merc pulls up.

The dude that got out, fuckk I couldn't look away, the guy was so hot, gold football tracksuit, gold jordans, lotta gold chains. I wished that was me man.

It was 6:30pm when my door flew open, Matty leaned in 'Last chance mate you coming out or you gonna be boring as usual?' I was gonna just decline and not let him bother me, some reason tho, I said 'Okay then'. He looked surprised almost like he knew what I was gonna say and then I said the opposite 'Hurry tf up then I aint waiting around for ur arse'.

He had his two friends from before, plus me tagging along, we went out the front door as the sun was low in the sky and the other side of the street was lined with parked gold cars, you could hear the music inside the house already plus a few already kinda drunk people hanging around near the door.

Just as we were about to go in he stepped behind his two friends and pulled me aside 'Now try not make me look bad mate, aint rlly into football but this is being hosted by that new team for their new members, their rlly popular and don't want u embarrassing me ok?' I just nodded accepting that in Matty's eyes I was just there to make Matty look better.

The party was basically my idea of hell, rlly loud music, lotta people some drunk some not and I literally didn't know anybody apart from Matty so I basically found a quiet corner and tried my best to not look like I was desperate to get outta here. One of the guys dressed in gold then looked my way, he gave me a smile and I smiled back to be nice, he was deffo one of the guys hosting. He went off to talk to 3 other guys, one wearing full kit, one wearing a gold tracksuit and puffer jacket and the other a gold nike hoodie and gold football shorts, he glanced at me while talking to them. Shit I probs wasn't invited, and they noticed I aint meant to be here, the guy then turned and headed towards me I wanted to just run for the door but it was like my feet were glued to the floor.

The guy then sat down next to me 'Yo bro you okay?' I legit thought I was gonna get thrown out, fuck Matty would find that hilarious, 'Um, yeah man I'm okay' he grinned 'U don't look it bro, seen u come in with some peeps you not with em?' still basically on the edge of passing out I replied 'meh, they aint friends, I just tagged along' he leaned forwards to see my face more clearly 'Ahh well we all bros in the team ye, there for each other always, I'm Scott btw' 'Um I'm Ashton' 'U aint from round here are u bro?' 'Oklahoma' I replied he nodded 'U deffo looking like u need some bros mate, and maybe a lil payback on the peeps who ditched you' I looked up 'Its okay man am used to it' he offered me a glass with a golden coloured drink in it 'Take this bro, should help u out and if u wanna hang come sit with us ye?' he then got up 'Um, thanks man' I smiled back at him as he went back to the guys he was with earlier.

I had no idea what this drink was, or if it was spiked, of if i even liked it but what the hell, not like Matty gonna give a fuck if I come in wasted and it not like I live miles away, I basically downed it right away, fuck that was nice, wish I knew what it was.

It was then I felt it, idk what it was but it was weird like the room kinda became woozy, and felt a warmth across my skin. I then felt a knot in my stomach like I was gonna throw up 'Shit!' I slammed the glass down on a table and looked frantically for a bathroom, there wasn't one but I saw the stairs, gotta be a bathroom upstairs, and less people. I sprinted for the stairs and down the hallway at the top, all the doors looked identical in the dim light, I opened the nearest one into a rly fancy bedroom, I made it about halfway across the room when the pain in my stomach went away but then my whole body started to feel weird 'Fucking hell!' my mind started to go foggy as I watched the first things happen, my arms started to swell, not just my arms, all of me like my scrawny arms were growing to that of a gym rat!

My mind started to zone out, Bros need to train crossed it, wtf? You wanna be a bro don't u? U wanna join the team don't u? U wanna become gold don't u? WTF IS THIS as my I started to flex my arms, show off ur muscles bro be proud of em, time to gold up bro, become one of us.

The warmth on my skin increased and my arms then began to turn gold, not just my arms but my entire body, I pulled off my hoodie to see my torso slowly fading to gold, was like it was spreading!

Further and further, up to my neck, I looked in the mirror opposite the bed, my face as well, fuckk help me!

The sensation continued, I felt my body begin to change more, my eyes started to turn gold as well, my hair started to fall out like all of me was turning into a shiny gold muscle freak, my mind was barely able to keep up, zoning in and out to see the changes happening. Growing, golden, bro.

It was then my thoughts began to morph, fuck this felt nice, I feel like a bro 💛 a golden bro 💛 one of the team 💛 one of the golden army 💛

It was then my body froze, like a huge golden statue, frozen in the position, flexing its huge muscles, I felt my conscious sink into a golden haze I felt amazing, beneath the golden skin, my mind and body began to transform...

Part 2 due asap bros already underway. Remember to message out Captain if u wanna be part of our Golden Team and be a bro 💛💛💛

Bow Down to your Golden Alpha Twin Gods @golden-logan10 and me🏆👑💪🏻

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)

would ever start a golden rugby team/american football team?

For sure bro, The Golden Army is for jocks of all sports.

Join us. Embrace the gold. Submit to the shiny gold gear and become a jock.

💛

Golden Adonis

After looking around the facilities of the Golden Army you were surprised to see they didn't seem to have anything weird going on. They were just a bunch of friendly jocks who enjoyed playing soccer and treating each other like family. You decided to keep an eye on their games.

You noticed the team's biggest fan at every game all season. He was some scrawny nerd who had painted himself in full gold bodypaint. You watched as he cheered every time the team scored a goal. You had never seen someone get so into a sport.

But after the last game of the regular season you noticed something, the team called the fan down for a meet and greet. He was so happy. They even offered him his own jersey as a temporary member of the team.

Nothing seemed off, but you followed behind them stealthily. You watched as the scrawny nerd underwent a rapid transformation. In mere minutes, you couldn't even tell he was the same person as a golden adonis stood next to the team carrying a golden soccer ball.

Was this jock that same nerd? You knew you couldn't stick around to find out.

You kind of hoped they wouldn't find you, but at the same time you couldn't deny that transformation was hot. Maybe signing up wouldn't be such a bad thing.

Just me and my meathedz twin @scott-golden9 in our golden glory

My bros @scott-golden9 and @golden-logan10 wanted to pose with all the different variations of the golden knight mascot. We have different costumes for different sports, but Grayden is the lead mascot for a reason. I've got the stamina to wear any of these costumes for hours.

Wait how come Scott and Logan got stand-ins and I had to stand in all these sweaty costumes for hours for the photoshoot? You bros better be ready for a musky Grayden after all these hours of promo photos.

Like the costume, join the team to see it up close bro.💛