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Happy New Year to all the jocks, himbos, bulls and bros living in this corner of the internet.

Follow through with your goals. Grow. Flex. Be a slut. And follow all of your Coach’s orders. They know best.

Been taking on more files and pushing myself to workout more. We are all going to grow bigger and better 💪🏼

In this new hear jock up and make all your fantasies reality bro

Just because he’s my slave, doesn’t mean he stopped being the way he is. It would be really boring if he lost what made me attracted to him in the first place.

He’s still the same cocky son of a bitch that thinks he’s the greatest gift to the world. He’s still the same arrogant motherfucker that will do whatever he can to get hat he wants. He’s still the same bastard, full of himself, that prides himself on how amazing he is.

The only difference is that now I’m the focus of his pride and his ego. He prides himself on serving me, he craves my attention and my desire, and when he’s with me all he wants is me, bending him over and fucking him, and cumming in his ass while he twitches in pleasure under my power.

And what can I say? He’s still really good at getting what he wants.

When he undresses like this, and shows me his body like this, and when he looks at me like this with all of him begging me to take him and use him, it’s really hard to resist. I usually give in and take him and do what he wants.

It’s what I want, after all. I’m the one making him want it.

He wants my cock to suck it. He wants my body to serve it. He wants my cum inside him reminding him whom he belongs to. His source of pride is knowing that he’s my property and my sex slave.

And when he looks at me like this, when he offers himself to me like this, I have no option but giving it to him.

Just because he’s my slave doesn’t mean that he changed. He’s still a cocky bastard at heart, and he always will be.

But now he’s mine. My cocky bastard, my arrogant submissive sex toy.

That’s how I like him.

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Sir, Yes, Sir! Everyday. -Arturo

A Positive Circle Leads To A Positive Life

Yes, Sir. Shirt off now. Flexing for you. It’s time for my Master to see his Slave’s body. He wants to see if I have been working out hard for him, building this body that he owns. He deserve the best. I am the best. I’m a beast. I’m an alpha muscle jock. But he owns this alpha muscle jock. Yes, Sir. I flex for you. Tell me that you are proud.

-Arturo

Dads... and Pack members.

You gotta find your Band of Brothers, bro. They’ll carry you just as far.

Why Dads are so important?

Many boys today don’t know what it means to be a MAN because they don’t have a man in their lives.

No matter how great a mother is, she cannot replace what a father provides to a boy. Research shows that mothers are typically soft, gentle, protective and emotional. Fathers tend to encourage risk-taking and to be challenging, loud, playful and physical. A boy needs a balance of protection and reasonable risk-taking. If a positive male role model isn’t around, there is a void in his life. Boys without father figures are more likely to be involved in criminal activity, do poorer in studies and participate in unhealthy activities.

Father-son interaction promotes a healthy physical well-being, perceptual ability and competency for relating with others.

Every boy needs a MAN who is always there for him.

#TheDapperExecutive

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.

You work hard at the gym. Let the world see it

#TheDapperExecutive

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.

Always has been inside me. That primal instinct of being a muscled beast. But only Fran was the one who was capable of unlock that potential on me. Everything started with a simple conversation in Kik. We encourage each other to workout harder and better... but then I found myself enjoying his instructions. I wanted to follow him. I wanted to obey. The more I obey the more I grow physically and mentally. He became my Sir, and I became his Soldier, his Jocktoy. We are in a journey. I’m my Sir’s artwork. He is shaping me, improving me, making me the manly muscle animal I need to be. Now I walk different, I talk different, I fuck different. Being owned by Fran made me find my place and my real manliness. But we want more. We want a pack. We want more people who wants to join us in this journey. We can be stronger together. We can become a fucking pack of unstoppable muscular beasts!!! Join our group in Kik #Wildmusclebros Join our pack. Fran will unlock your inner beast as he has done with me. Sir, Yes, Sir!!

#ForcedWorkout

#ForcedWorkout 

(A true journal about my yesterday workout) 

“Lock the door and get naked!” 

That was the first instruction that I got from Sir yesterday afternoon. I was tired after working the whole morning, but just reading those words on my phone made my heart pounding. Sir had plans for me. 

I obey and got naked. My clothes at the floor by the front door.

“Get your cock hard”

I touched my self. I pinched my nipples, I stroke my dick... and I thought about pleasure my Sir being obedient. My cock got rock hard in seconds. 

“Now you´ll do 50 pushups. Each time your cock must touch the ground and make you shiver” 

I read on my screen. I did as I had being command. 

“Do it slow. Not fast. Rub your cock well on the floor as you do them”

I did my 50 push ups slowly, feeling my pecs and tris getting swole at each rep. And my cock harder and harder every time I touched the carpet with it. I did them exactly how he asked. Don´t matter if he is watching or not, I would not lie to him. I did each 50 rep perfectly for him. 

“How re you feeling” He asked

“Like an animal” I answered him. 

“How tired are you”

“I´m not” I said the true, suddenly I felt like a could do 1000 more push ups. 

“Hungry?” He wrote, but I know my Sir, he was teasing me already. 

“Yes” I said. 

“Ok. You can eat in 20 minutes IF you manage to follow these instructions exactly...” And he send me a link. 

The true is that I was starving. But I would not eat until he let me. And this is the thing... He is not my “master”, he don´t “own me”. No. Sir care about me, he wants me to grow, to be better, to be a beast in all ways. His instructions are his way to get me where I want to be. That is the reason I follow him. He know the pat. I trust him. So I watch the video. It was an Edging game. 

Before I meet Sir, I never knew about those “games”, but since he introduced me to them I got hook. Now he wanted to do one 20 minutes long. I press play already enjoying it. The instructions are simple: you can jerk off when the video told you to do, and you have to stop when the video told you to do. And you can cum JUST when the video told you to do. But what makes me crazy is the messages that come out at the screen. Messages teasing you, encouraging you or just messing with you. I don´t know why but those messages turn me on. I imagine that is my Sir who is writing them and he can look at me thru the cam of the computer. At the middle of the video, at 10 minutes, Sir ask me to send him and audio and describe how im felling. How I´m feeling? Fuck you! How do you think I´m feeling?! Horny as fuck! But instead of just saying that, I recorded three audios describing the best I could with words my horniness. I play for myself the audios I send him, and listing to my own voice almost made me cum, but I managed to get to the end of the video and cum at the moment I was told. Without thinking I recorded my voice at the moment of the orgasm. And I send it to my Sir, hopping he will be please. 

“Good. Very good. Have you cleaned your cum yet?” Was his response. No having a comment about my audio made me feel a little bit disappointed, but I promised to myself that I would do it better next time.

“Not yet” I answer. 

“Use your jock to clean” I did as he said. 

My jock got totally wet with my cum. I though we were over, but then the next set of instructions appeared on my screen.

“Grab a quick food. Then you will put you jock on. You are going for a 20 minute run with your jock on and shorts or sweatpants. No shirt or tank. At every 1 minute interval you will do 5 burpees. You will come home after and play that video again. Understood, Jocktoy?” 

“Sir, Yes, Sir!”

“You have 90 minutes to eat, run for 20 minutes, 100 burpees and cum again. Have a proof that you´ve cum again by then.” 

I ran to the kitchen, I start eating fast but something light so I don´t puke in the middle of the workout. Then I put my jock on again. It felt dry by then, but oh god, I could smell my cum... and smell so good. No kidding, that made me feel like a beast. It was not me anymore, I was a man turning into an animal. I felt so primal. No shame, no limits, unstoppable. I put my shorts, my tennis shoes and I went out. I felt so proud of me running shirtless. Im not at my best, but I enjoyed to showing off my torso. Some people stared at me, and I smiled to them. They smiled back to me. Every minute down to the floor and 5 burpees. My muscles swelling again. I could feel my pecs getting pump when I ran. But after 10 minutes I felt I was dying. i was not sure to make it thru the end, but then Sir send me a message. 

“Turn, Turn for me Arturo. Be that god I envision. PUSH!” 

That is all I need it. I pushed, I ran, I did more burpees. At the end I made it. I finished and went back to home. I was tired, my whole body drenched in sweat. And so proud of myself. I know that without Sir I would never even think on doing some workout like that. 

“At home” I informed him

“Start the video. GO FUCKING WILD!!!” 

And wild I went. This time was even crazier, more intense. I was already pump. My breath barely on my lungs. My cock sensitive. And I was feeling as a monster. When I cum I groaned loud and freely. I cum on the table and took the pic for my Sir.      

“That`s MY FUCKING MACHO BULL!”

Was his answer. That is all I need it to hear/read. I was so happy and proud. 

After that #ForcedWorkout I felt different in so many ways. Fran, my Sir had done again. He is changing me and Im enjoying the ride. I can´t wait until teh next workout. 

-Arturo/Solider.