A Good Owner Understands The Importance Of Back Day. Uncoached Guys Generally Focus On Biceps And Maybe

A good Owner understands the importance of back day. Uncoached guys generally focus on biceps and maybe pecs and think they’ll feel manlier. They realise how little they actually felt the day they flex the wings their Owner forced them to grow. Flex for me beast, and feel your balls churning. I’ve turned you into the titan I envisioned. Now take flight, son of Hilo, and let me show you off to the world. Let us make them gasp. For this is just the beginning.

Master and slave.

Is more than a relationship, is a way to live. Is trust, growth, is to rely in each other. Being a Master or a Slave is to know your place and be proud.

-Arturo

He’s grown His muscle pup, and He’s not about to let go of him. But He loves to show him off. He’s a trophy. A reminder of how transformative malebonding can be.

Alfi Polly

My first time in a sex shop

My heart was racing. It was hard to concentrate on driving while my mind was thinking about what I was about to do. My first time in a sex shop. I was going because my owner told me to get a butt plug, and because I’m an obedient muscle sex slave y was about to do it. Maybe for most of you going to a sex shop is not a big deal, but it was for me and was excited.

I arrived at the place. I parked right in front.  A lot of neon lights welcomed me. I did not stay in the car longer. I jumped out of my car, and enter the store. Honestly, I don’t know what was I expecting but It was brighter than I thought. Four employees were chatting happily close to the cash register: two guys and two girls.

“Hello, welcome to Galaxy” told one of the girls.

“Thank you,” I said, and I started to look around.

There were a lot of things that I only saw in the movies before. Whips, flashlights, all kinds of dildos, big, extra big, and huge! Lubricants, vibrators, and things that I have no idea what was for it. Despite my best efforts, I’m sure I looked lost because one of the employees, the same one that welcomed me came to my rescue.

“Do you need help? Something in specific that you are looking for?”

There was no point in pretending.

“The truth is that I’m new in all this” I confessed. “And I’m looking for… a butt plug?”

“Yes,” She said immediately “We have them over here”

She walked to one side of the store and I followed her.

“From here to the cock pumps are the butt plugs. Look around, see if there is something you like, and tell me if you have any questions” And she leaves me alone in front of all those butt plugs.

It was overwhelming. I had no idea that would be so many different. But at the same time, I felt so powerful and manly looking at those butt plugs. I was being obedient, I was doing what I was commanded, and despite my nervousness, I was there and that made me feel fucking awesome.

I’m pretty sure I looked more confused than before because now another employee, a guy this time, came to offer help.

“I’m new in all this,” I said again, “so I’m looking for something for beginners, but my (owner, master, sir) friend has this fantasy of my using the plug through the day, so need to be safe,” I explained.

The employee pointed me to two different ones that could work and even told me that I could take pics and send them to my “friend” and see if he liked them. And he left. At that moment I realized that I was in another world—a world where I could say out loud my kinky fantasies. I felt a sensation of freedom.

After a few more minutes I finally choose one. THE one. The one that I will take home and will be up in my butt.

I went to the cashier; he looked at the product and asked me if I also wanted some lubricant.

“Do I?” I ask.

The cashier smiled at me and took me now to another wall with a lot of lubricants. Sizes, brands, colors, even flavors… I give up.

“Which one is the best one?” I asked

He took one and put it on my hand. “That one,” He said.

“O.k. I will take this one too!” I said happily.

For some reason, it felt good to be the new guy, the one who doesn’t know but is learning, and if something I’m good at is in learning new stuff.

I paid, and I left the store like a kid with new candies.

Immediately I sent a pic to my Master feeling proud as fuck. Now you are wondering how it felt using the butt plug for the first time… well, that is another story.            

All I need is a small shack where we can meet. Where I can keep you. I don’t need tons of space or fancy equipment to force you to grow, to keep you focused on what you most desire: being sculpted into a massive muscle beast. Away from civilization and its demands. You can empty your mind, lean in on me to guide you. You won’t have to worry about anything. Psychological stress isn’t good for your growth. Let me take care of you. You know I know best. I’ve sculpted you so much already. I don’t need tons of pace to continue my work. All you have to do is give into the primal call. To surrender just a little further. When it gets cold, I’ll have you sweat your balls off: burning up your body fat will keep us warm and redraw your silhouette. And when it gets hot, and that will be most of the time, I’ll have you flex and drool. For my inspection. So I know where to take your training next. Yes, that cabin in the woods will do nicely. We’ll learn to share that tiny space. Until I force you to outgrow it.