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This is exactly what it feels like to join the Pack.
Don’t hold back.
Embrace the male you were meant to be.
Take the first step.
We’ll take care of the rest, lilbro.
24 hours Edging.
As always, the instructions were simple but hard to follow. My Master commanded me to edge for 10 minutes every hour for the next 24 hours and send him a pic as proof. There was just one thing I could say to that: Sir, Yes, Sir!
I was excited at first. Be available to touch myself, make myself hard and edge for 10 minutes it stop... and repeat again after 45 minutes sounded as heaven, but like everything with Fran... pleasure and torture is the same thing.
I started at Friday 9:00 pm. It was easy to get hard. My cock in my hand jerking slow and steady, enjoying every second. 10 minutes felt as 10 seconds. Then my Sir wrote me to stop touching me but my cock stayed hard for longer.
I repeat the same for the next couple hours. 10:00 pm. 11:00 pm. 12:00 pm... and then things started to get complicated.
That day I was awesome since four in the morning, so I had been for 20 hours awake already. I was tired, my eyes barely were open. I set alarms for every hours for the next six hours and felt asleep.
At 1:00 my alarm went off and I started to jerk off. Edging and producing precum. 10 minutes passed by, I send him a pic and went back to sleep. I did the same proses all night long. Sometimes I was already hard when I waked up. Sometimes I don’t even remember taking the pic, but was there. I jerked off and edged no out of lust. I did it because I’m an obedient Jocktoy. My body, mind and cock belong to my Master.
At 6:10 am, after send the pic I finally get up the bed and I made some coffee. I started my normal Saturday day... just with the difference of being naked and jerking off every hour.
As the day went by I was getting more and more horny every time. 45 minutes seemed as very long time to wait. I funded myself unavailable to do anything else... u just wanted to jerk off again. Feel my powerful (and sore now) cock on my hands. I crave to send a new pic to my Master. He wrote me several times during the day checking on me and to be sure I was following his instructions. Of course I was, I’m a good muscle boy.
That day is a blur in my mind. I just can remember the feeling of being an animal. A horny beast that wanted to be used and enjoy sexual pleasure. My cock got so sensitive, my balls so fucking full. The last couple hours my Master signed in Kik and was there with me the whole time. He give me instructions about how to jerk off and how he wanted his pics. I followed everything instruction... happily. I’m so hard right now writing this and reliving that day.
I was a piece of muscle meat. I was a sextoy. I was a muscle bull ready to be milked. I was my Master’s Jocktoy. My mind empty and my cock full. I had never felt so powerful and manly.
The last edge of the day we did it together. My Master and I jerked off at the same time. He told me to shut up and just jerk off while he wrote me encouraging words as we edged together. Master-Salve connected.
At the end he did not allowed me to cum. I did not care... whatever he said goes. We said goodbye. I said Thank you. And I slept deeply.
At the next day I was still tired, sore and very confuse. “What the fuck happened yesterday? It was all real or just a dream?” But then Kik chimed. I look at my phone. Was Fran sending me some of the pics I sending him last day... yep, everything has been real... and I was hard again.
-Arturo
He owns you.
That moment when your mind goes empty. You feel, you know, that your control is dripping out of you as you submit once again to him. And feels so fucking good.
He owns you. That is clear. When he talks, when he turns his Master mode on there is nothing you can do. In one moment you can be chatting as two normal bros. But then you see it in his eyes. You notice on his voice. Something has changed. He wants to own you NOW.
You start stutter, you forget what you were saying. You just stare at his eyes. Until in a natural way you put your head down waiting for him to do... whatever he wants. He is your Master. And then here it comes the touch. His hands on you. That touch that you were missing so much. Your muscles tense when he touches you. Your breathing goes deeper and slower but your heart goes at 100 miles per hour. Your brain shuts off and all your animal instincts wake up. You are a beast now. A tamed beast. A muscle beast with an owner that doesn't need chains anymore to control you. He owns your body. He owns your mind. And feels so fucking right.
-Arturo
Journey Update
Has been a while since I have posted something about my journey with my Master Fran... but I guess is because everything has been great. Hotter. Hornier. Deeper. Wilder.
Journeys are that, a journey. Is movement, evolution, growth. Shouldn’t be the same as the last day. And this journey has made Sir even more my Master and I, his Soldier, has become more his MuscleSlave.
He owns me. I owned me before. But now is deeper. The connection is stronger. I’m chained but not with physical chains (but still some times he ask me to wear it for fun). I don’t consciously submit, now is part of me and who I am.
When he text me I get immediately hard. I never jerk off without his permission. I cum hands free as he likes. I use my jockstrap to go for a run and workout and I never wash it. I’m allow to play with my muscles, nipples and asshole but my cock is his. When I send him pictures I better smile because he likes that. I’m always honest and never lie to him. He likes to use me. He likes to drive me intensely insane making me horny. He likes to have control over my mind and body. He is a real fucking manly alpha. All this and more I have learned and there’s no need anymore for us to talk about all this. We just know.
He has created a safe space for me to explore my sexuality and at the same time he is exploring his. We have gone beyond our old limits and we still discovering sexual pleasures to enjoy. Fuck yes we are!!
In this journey he has give me a lot of names: Jocktoy, Slave, MuscleSlut, Fucker, Cocksucker, Soldier, MusclePet, Arturo... and many more, and I love everyone of them because is the tag he gives me. That My Master give me. And I am all that and many more to discover.
He is rough on me because he knows I can take it. And also he knows when I just need to be petted on the head to make me be calm. He-knows-me.
This journey has bring us closer and closer. Each one knows his place. I know mine and I embrace it.... yes, I’m crazy horny about him.
-Arturo.
Dominance
It’s not about dominance, it’s about know your place. You are the Master; you lead, you push, you create, you own. You are the Slave; you obey, you grow, you transform, you are his.
We are there for each other. We are complete together. And feels right.
-Arturo
Stand naked before your Owner.
Feel his gaze. Flex to make him proud.
He will inspect you.
Appraise you.
Sculpt you.
And if you’re a good beast, he might play with you.
Be the jocktoy you long to be.
Deep, meaningful male bonding is a source of infinite power. Standing on the shoulders of our musclemates, we GROW and achieve what we thought was once out of reach. We are ONE in growth.
Putting Arturo through this. He’ll reach 100 pushups for Xmas. My present To both of us.
Wonder if @bigjockbro would be up for the challenge… 😈
Scream, bro. It’s okay, go ahead – scream, and let go.
Let go of that energy that’s been building inside you all morning, that you first felt blooming as if within a dream, just minutes before your alarm clock went off at 5:00 am.
Before the fourth tone of the alarm, the energy had grown until your eyes seemed to snap open and you found your body moving almost of its own accord. A routine, same as every day. Both of us swinging our legs out of bed, standing up and facing each other, making the bed then dropping down to the ground for our 100 morning push-ups.
You used to balk, in the days before you felt the energy inside you, the purpose that guides you, that your bro made clear to you. Couldn’t hardly do a push-up at first, in fact, said that it hurt your wrists.
So we strengthened your wrists. And your core. And your back. And eventually you were able to do 10. And then pretty quickly after that we got you up to 20, then 30, then 40, just because your muscles had learned the proper form. Then it became gradual progress – 45… 52… and still you felt the energy growing, as your big bro took you down again and again, driving home your purpose. Until finally one day you made it.
Since then you’ve felt that same energy every morning, from the time you wake up until the 100th push-up is complete. It’s the only thing that can take the edge off, and you love doing it in unison with me, hearing the smooth exhale with every rep together and sitting in peaceful silence during the rest period, eager to go back for more.
By rep 100 the energy subsides – not gone completely – and for the first time all morning you’re able to think: Breakfast? What’s for breakfast. That’s your job, while big bro pulls together the gear and the plan for the morning’s workout.
This morning you went with a basic chicken omelette, threw in some vegetables, and a dash of hot sauce. You didn’t overthink it – you just went to the refrigerator, and that’s what was there. The food order comes online, and it’s easier to keep the cart mostly the same from week to week.
That’s when the energy starts to build again. It’s off to the gym, and you feel your mind getting swept away, your body just responding, obeying the forces that move it. It builds and builds until after your workout, you come home and all you can think about is release. It’s okay, bro. I understand. So go ahead, scream. If you think it’ll help.
A journey
Has been years since I meet my Sir. I was a different person back then. Now, he has transformed me. He has made me who I should be. I’m his muscle slave and at the same time he has made me more manly and powerful.
I use this jockstraps with pride. They are my uniform. They are my reminder that I’m owned. Fuck, I love it so much.
-Arturo
Brotherhood.
Males are defined by the company they keep.
Seek men who inspire you. Who push you to grow. Mentally, physically. Men who won’t allow you to hold back, to shy away from unleashing your full potential. Men who won’t take “No” for an answer when they tell you you’ve got it in you to push that barbell one more time.
Men who won’t fear the companionship. Men who understand the primal need to touch, to own, to embrace you. Let your mouth open to receive their lust. Allow yourself to finally experience that absolute, that worry-free sense of belonging.
Allow yourself to grow for your brothers. Revel in the primal lust you ignite. Drop your clothes. Let the masks fall. Be who you were meant to be. A primal muscle god.
PUSH, HARDER.
Tom Faulk and Owen Michaels Bump! (2014)
A new beast enters the brotherhood!
This is a defining moment. One you’ll remember, Apollo-in-the-making. Don’t forget to keep pics of today. The first day you stepped into the Arena and became a gladiator. You don’t know how to pose, yet. But take pics. There’s nothing more inebriating than looking back at those old pics and remembering where the journey began. Just know one thing though. We’re not gonna let you stop at an Apollo physique. We’ll sculpt you into something the Gods themselves will leak buckets for. Be ready. It’s a tough journey. But you’ve faced your fears today. This can never, EVER be taken away from you. Many boys spend lifetimes lost in fantasies of growth. But you’ve found your True North. You’ve taken the first step towards unleashing all that raw, primal, masculine energy within you. Don’t hide that erection reading this is giving you. Wear that boner proudly. You’ve earned it. Every step of that journey makes you more man. Bask in the glory.
Welcome!
I’ve been chatting to WildMuscleBros today. Their a… consortium, or pack of masculine, muscular beasts. Simple as that. They’re the type of people I want to follow and learn from. I’ve always wanted to get jacked, get bulking biceps and fat pecs. To look like Apollo - the god of the sun, knowledge and generally jacked dude. But I’ve never set foot into a gym before. Sure, I’ve climbed and swam, but never been to a gym before. Weird right? He reminded me today that my confidence and pretty words of desire can only go so far. That to achieve my goals, I’d need action.
So today I did just that. I went to the gym.
Although Ive lived in my neighbourhood for three years, I had no idea where the closest gym was. But, with Google maps, I found it. The moment I entered the smell hit me. Sweat. It was as if all the oxygen had been deprived from the air and replaced with BO, the old fragrance for real men. My surprise must’ve been obvious as one of the reception people apologised and said that the aircon wasn’t working properly. I wasn’t phased: I liked it as it smelt manly. And then I looked around. Now, to be fair it wasn’t packed with people. But the people were huge. Pulsating muscle, colossal pecs and glistening bodies. Oh and the hair, the tufts of hair peeking out from under armpits and obviously too short tank tops. Ok it sounds great here but I was intimidated to all hell. I’m short and small and I’ve always felt intimidated by people bigger than me. I think it’s called short people syndrome? I digress, I bit my tongue, dug in my shoes, put on my EarPods and made a bee-line for the weights. I wasn’t going to run away cause of some guys. I picked up a pair - 7kgs - and I just started lifting. I did the same routine that I did with my weights at home, but more… I didn’t just do it once, but three times. I really, really enjoyed it. Maybe it was the atmosphere, perhaps the new experience. But I felt full of energy. Then I thought, hell let’s jump on the treadmill. And somehow I spent 30 minutes on that before a much larger - no not muscular - man stood behind me staring at the back of my skull to get the hell off. I was too hot and sweaty to say something. So I got off and moved on. I regret not going off to the benches, as that’s something I really want to learn how to do, but I was tired. And sweaty. Lucky tomorrows another day.
I went to the gym today and I fucking loved it. I know I’m going to keep going back. I’m going to keep going back until it’s an addiction, a lifelong love, something that I can’t give up. Something that I won’t give up.
The phrase “barrister beast” was thrown around when chatting to WildMuscleBros while taking about my goals. To become a masculine, colossal, hulking, sweaty, beast.
But I’m going to go a step further. I’m going to become a barrister beast, for sure, but I’m going to take a page out of Apollo’s book - I’m going to become a god.
The chain cemented his obedience to coach. Yes. And that obedience helped him grow so much bigger than he’d ever imagined possible. But the chain also is the symbol of his belonging to the Pack. Few males are strong enough to wear that weigh. To understand it for what it is. Each link in your brotherhood forces you UP to greatness. Each of your musclemates’ embrace of your being, like the chain around your neck, is a call to being stronger. More resilient. Most men aren’t brave enough for that accountability. To wear that reminder that they belong to something bigger than they are.
How brave are YOU, beast?
The weight of the chain and lock were very heavy. They had been ever since he slipped it on and snapped the lock, cementing his obedience to coach.
Since then his body had changed, grown, morphed. But the chain had remained the same. Always there, weighing him down. Pulling him under. Never releasing him.
He was still coach's boy. The chain made it so.
There’s strength in number. Strength in leaning in on your musclemate to let yourself be transformed. He extends an arm. You know what to do. Get in position. You thought this morning’s workout was over. You feel drained. But He’s seen there’s a few more reps in you. He will pull them out from you, forcing you to surpass yourself. He already commanded you to take your shirt off. It’s been a long time you’ve stopped being ashamed of working out without wearing a top. In the rising heat of the morning, he’s making you sweat. The stink of his pits mixes to yours. You’re starting to pull yourself up, holding on to him. You feel so connected. You belong there, in that moment. Reaching for greatness. Fully accepting of your gift, of his virility and yours. You’re getting stronger, bigger by the day. You smell like a man. Work out like a man. Eat like a man. And are getting hard like one, too.
That too has stopped being a source of embarrassment for you. There was a time where your conditioning had taught you to feel ashamed of your raging hormones. That’s no longer the case. Wear that hard cock proudly before the mate who is sculpting you. It makes you hard to be turned into the muscle god you aspired to be. Flaunt your pride.
And if your Owner decides to start milking you right here and there, as he commands you to hold the position, you’re not gonna complain, beast, will you?
Breathe in.
Let my musk work its magic on you.
Pablo Paker & Otrotini photographed by Rafa Casares
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