Wildmusclebros - Experience Brotality

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.

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-Fran

Grow me, grow with me.

I want someone who would be there to support my growth, feed my body with nutrition, supplements and roided me up to fulfill my desire to grow huge. I’ll flex for him anytime. Better yet, he shares that desire and grow together with me, we can train, eat, fuck and sleep together.

For the past four years, I have sat here on this account, reblogging all the guys I found hot or guys that I wished I looked like. For the past four years, I sat here jacking off to guys, longing to be as muscular, as huge, as ripped as these men. For the past four years, I have not come any closer to becoming that muscle bull I have always desired to be. That is, until this week.

I saw a post a little while ago from @jae-secret who talked about wanting to become jacked like the god Apollo, who wanted to become addicted to the gym. That just ignited something in me that had been dormant for ages. It created this fire, this insane drive for me to do the same as him, to become huge and obsessed with the gym and working out. That post was the key to awakening the beast inside me. I have seen many posts before where people have talked about what they want to become and what they are becoming but it never got to me. It just made me kinda horny honestly but never more than that. Jae’s post, however, spoke to me on a whole other level. Ever since then, I have felt like there are two minds that have been trying to exist at once in my head. One that is the old, boring me and one that is The Beast. They have been clashing and fighting and it has been very hard trying to stay focused and present in the moment. Now, The Beast is beginning to overpower the old me and it is the most blissful and best feeling in the entire world. It just feels right to let those primal instincts take over. Those instincts led me to @wildmusclebros who I began talking to. Their ideals, goals, and beliefs were exactly what I was looking for.

With inspiration and drive in hand, I signed up for the gym. On Tuesday, I took the plunge and drove to the gym. I was so excited, so pumped to begin my journey. I got there, parked, and could not move a muscle. My anxiety had kicked in, something I’ve dealt with all my life. Crippling me, the anxiety took hold of my mind, erasing any kind of motivation or happiness I just had. All I felt was fear. Fear to do anything. I sat there, frozen in my car, wishing I could just go in. The gym was right there, I was one step away from breaking free from my life of dullness, one step away from being exactly who I wanted to be.

30 minutes went by and I gave up. I could not push past the anxiety living inside of me. I felt useless, worthless, and defeated. I felt worse than I ever have about myself. I drove home feeling ashamed. I climbed in my bed and just stared, thinking about nothing. I spent most of the next day just feeling regret and disappointment. Then, I was reminded by wildmusclebros that I just need to take it easy and relax because the gym is just the gym. That stood out to me big time. The gym is just the gym, it isn’t the end of the world. The gym is full of people like me, who just want to workout. The gym is the place where I can feel most safe because it is full of people who all started out in the same place as me. I’m just at a different point than they are on the same line. That means that I can eventually get to that point other people are at. I can eventually get to the point where I am the biggest person in that gym and I can finally become what I feared. And that thought just makes me so undeniably horny and motivated.

So I went the next day. I still felt anxiety but I decided to let The Beast inside take control. I went through those gym doors with pride and it felt good. However, the anxiety stayed with me that whole time. I got on the treadmill and just walked. The anxiety began creeping into my mind but not nearly as bad as it had been the first night. The anxiety eventually found a way in and it prevented me from doing any weightlifting. But I still felt good.

Why though? I came to the gym to lift weights not walk on a treadmill. I can walk anytime I want at home. It’s because I went to the gym. I took my first steps into the gym. I checked in to the gym. I talked with the front desk guy. I went over and got on a treadmill, people neighboring me on both sides. I started the treadmill and walked for half an hour. I got off the treadmill. I walked out of the gym. All these acts were something I was not able to do before. They may be simple and easy but with the anxiety I have, these tasks are usually impossible. But I did it anyways. I conquered my anxiety, even though it was for a brief period of time. That’s why I felt good afterwards. Plus, I just felt so good having done physical activity, having gotten my body up and actually doing something.

It may take quite a long time for me to get fully accustomed to going to the gym without having anxiety, but I will fight to make that time as short as possible because it is all I want now. I know it isn’t going to be perfect from here on out either, but I can definitely put all my effort in to this and that is exactly what I am going to do. I am going to become a colossal muscle bull and no one, not even myself, is going to stop that.

Unleash The Beast 💪

As an ALPHA, it’s your duty to protect and guide MEN around you. Nature has given you power, authority and strength for a reason. Be the beacon of light in someone’s darkness. Be a LEGEND!

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I woke up and all I knew was that I was tied up. I remember finishing my workout last night and heading at home. The parking lot was empty and dark. I just had the light of the full moon. I got in my car and when I turned the key a song came out of my radio. It was the first time I hear that song but sounded familiar. At the beginning was just instruments but then a voice sang… or talked, I don’t know. And then my eyes closed. But right before I pass out I saw that somebody was siting in the back sit of my car. Now I’m here. Tied up. Blind folding. Naked. And a hand touch my chest. Go down to my abs. Rub my arms and shoulders. Grab my cock with no respect. I feel like and object. The hand start jerking me off. I moan. “What is your name?” I manly voice ask me. “Fuck you!” I answer. The man go faster and harder. It feel so good. “What is your name?!” “Arturo” I answer trembling. “No. What is your name. Don’t think. Just feel and listen my voice. What is your name?” I don’t have idea what he is talking about. But that hand on my cock. That manly voice. It’s like… “My name is…” “What is your name?!!” The voice sound like a thunder in my head. I’m about to cum. My muscles are tight. I’m going crazy. To much pain and pleasure. “My name is…” With the other hand pinch my nipples and I lost it. My mind goes a way. My body surrender. “My name is Solider! I’m Soldier, Sir!!” I shout as my load of cum fall at my abs and chest. And I remember. I am Soldier and that voice is my Sir’s voice. He is training me to become a muscle beast. How did I forget that? Now I feel at home. “Good job. Now you are programmed again. Lest do this again in a month. When we have a full moon again.” “Sir, Yes, Sir!”

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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2018-2019

Today happened something at my office and Fran told me to share it with you guys, so here it goes:

Today we had a “party” at the office (meaning cake and coffee in the conference room) I was siting and talking with a friend (girl) and then I went for more coffee. But when I came back I saw cake in my chair, so I assumed I was siting in a piece of cake. I touched my ass to see if I have some there but I couldn’t tell so I naturally I ask to my friend: “Do you see some cake on my pants?, I think I sat on cake” And I turned around so she can see if I did.

She did not answer but I noticed everybody was quiet. Everybody was looking at me. I told them, that I thought I sat in a cake and then I shake off my ass with my hand.

And a guy said: “Well, I guess that’s this years Christmas present for everybody” And everybody started laughing.

They started joking around about they want to clean my pants so I needed to take it off, that they don’t see well so they had to check again, that my ass was better than the cake, that I had some cake on my shirt so also I needed to take it offs... stuff like that.

I was the center of attention, well, my body was, and I loved it! I felt so proud. A fucking real jock right there.

Most of you don’t know but when this year started I was 165-170 lbs and I’m general I had not many plans or goals for this year, but then I changed my actitud, I got encourage for Fran, and now I finish the year with all my coworkers admiring and commenting about my muscle body and me feeling like a million dollars.

I know 2019 is going to be even better, because I have decided since today, and if I had changed so much just having Fran... what is going to happen now that I have a whole Pack?!!

(By the way... I had not cake in my pants hahaha)

-Arturo

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.

Read this too if you’re one of your bros’ musclemate. You gotta be there for him. Help him become the man he’s supposed to be, Help him achieve his full potential. Push him past his limits, like you’d want your own son to push past his. Your musclemate must make you as proud as your own son should aspire to make you proud. Guys are meant to grow. Bond over muscle growth. That’s the essence of true manliness.

HOW TO GET YOUR SON INTO FITNESS

MAKE HIM GET UP EARLY

Right this minute, go set his alarm and lay out everything he needs for his morning workout. Working out at the same time every day may help him improve more quickly, boys who exercise in the morning are more likely to stick with their workout than those who exercise later in the day.

HIRE A TRAINER

Whether he is a total newcomer to the fitness scene or he just needs a little motivation and guidance, a personal trainer can help him set goals and develop a plan to make them happen. Plus, a good trainer will also hold him accountable and will motivate him to work his hardest.

MAKE HIM JOIN A CLUB

Working out is more fun with fellow jocks—and it’s a lot harder to bail on when you’ve got other people relying on you. Just 4-5 exercise buddies who makes sure he is out of bed to meet them for his morning workout.

REWARD HIM

Reward him with things he loves—treat him to a new pair of running shoes, month long supply of protein bars or a new GPS watch, for example

GIVE HIM SIX WEEKS

There’s an urban legend that it takes 21 days for something to become a habit. This is when he starts to see aesthetic changes in his body, once he sees these changes he won’t go back to his old unhealthy habits!“

GET TECHY (AND SOCIAL)

Encourage him to get on all social media platforms like Tumblr, Instagram, Facebook and so on. It’s the best possible way to make him flaunt his gains.

HOLD OUT ON THE THINGS HE LOVES

Trick him into looking forward to exercise, by making it the only time you treat him to something special. Maybe it’s a playlist of songs that he only listen to you while he runs, his favorite TV show that he’ll only watch from the treadmill, guy time with his friends only on days he has worked out. When he associate exercise with positive experiences, he’ll start to look at it less as a chore and more as something fun and rewarding.

COUNT HIS CALORIES

It’s not directly related to exercise, but paying closer attention to what he puts into his body will give you an idea about his eating habits. Keeping a calorie-tracking app can remind him how a few more minutes on the treadmill can help him balance out that extra pint of beer.

GET HIM SUPPLEMENTS

Protein powders are very popular among athletes .Protein powders are concentrated sources of protein from animal or plant foods. Athletes who regularly lift weights may find that taking protein powder supplements helps them maximize muscle gain and fat loss.

MAKE IT A RITUAL

The most important thing about establishing a regular routine, whether it’s exercise or anything else, is to truly make it a habit for him—something he doesn’t even think twice before doing. This will come with time, but you can help hurry the process along by creating daily rituals for him that center around his workout

Submission is not about weakness; it's about strength, growth, and connection.

True submission requires deep trust in your Master’s wisdom and leadership. It’s through obedience and surrender that you discover your true potential and strength.

When you submit, you aren’t giving up your power—you’re channeling it into something higher, deeper, and more purposeful. A real sub flourishes under the right Master’s influence, using their guidance to unlock a deeper understanding of themselves.

Each command, each task, is an opportunity to grow and evolve. Through discipline, trust, and obedience, you become more aligned with your true self. Your submission isn’t just about serving; it’s about transformation, discovering power through trust, and embracing your purpose.