Reblog If Nothing Gets You Hornier Than A Great Workout And Getting Pumped As Fuck!!!!

Colt is new to the Pack, but he just fucking gets it. It’s been just a few weeks, but he’s become so much more primal already, jumping at the opportunity to show off his gains doing pushups in public and just getting swole generally. Nothing beats the rush of helping a fellow bro turn into what he was meant to be, a fucking massive BEAST. Start following @becumbigdumbjockboi to see what jockification looks like in real time. You’ll understand what the #growthjourney is about. And you, too, will come knocking at the Pack’s door, ready to unleash your primal self. Be bold, be free, be STRONG. 🐺

- Fran

You can expect to workout harder than you ever have before and love every minute of it. You will be sore most of the time but it will be worth it. You will become more confident and feel powerful. You will feel a sense of obligation and a drive to work proud to make the pack proud. You will walk taller, feel broader. And you will notice your body changing your muscles will ache but they will grow. But as your muscles grow and to work even harder you will feel more of a man. You’ll feel proud, and you’ll want to show off. You’ll feel yourself becoming more wild and see ways to turn the whole world around you into the gym. But that will just feel like play time. Working out in the Wild is just the fun of being able to show off the work you’ve been putting in at the gym every day. You’ll also make some good friends who will push you, hard. You’re going to love it. It’s going to be a part of you and it’s going to make you a MAN.

I’ve just started myself but I’m in. All in.

@wildmusclebros

Saw this on FB and I think @warriormale would appreciate it

Curious to see how everyone else is doing with this, with five months to spare to 2018. Arturo and I found each other and it fucking blows my mind how much we’ve evolved thanks to this, @darffall. We began as “muscle bros,” but it quickly became clear that we both needed me to be a muscle master. He has become so much more primal, so much more focused, so much manlier, so much... hornier. He’s been growing too, filling his clothes more and more, enjoying the #forcedworkouts I throw his way. Rising to the challenge.

Every.

Single.

Time.

I’m so fucking proud of my #musclemate, of the bull I’m turning him into, proud of the friend I made. Proud of my soldier. His potential is limitless, and I intend to continue to draw it out of him. To force it out. He’s meant for greatness, and into greatness I shall sculpt him. For I am his sir. And he, my jocktoy.

- Fran

Assignment 2018: Musclemate

I have an assignment for those looking to train and develop physically in 2018. It doesn’t matter whether you plan to call yourself a jock or just to develop your body in an athletic and magnetic kind of way. I expect many of you will start to get aroused and captivated just reading about this assignment, which can allow you to anticipate the pleasure and reward of ultimately doing it.

Before I get to the assignment, I want to mention a couple of facts born out by multiple studies:

1. Acknowledgment is immensely powerful in propelling us to accomplish work far beyond what is dictated by reason.

2. That feeling that we’re doing something nice or helpful for someone is a powerful and compelling motivator.

So as you train your body, how do you get that acknowledgment and feeling of helping? You could, of course, show off your body to a crowd of nameless strangers (on Tumblr, for instance), but we’re much more powerfully motivated by those to whom we feel close, connected. That’s why children’s welfare charities will often send donors photos and stories of a specific child to sponsor - to create that feeling of connection to motivate the donor to give more. 

But acknowledgment and feeling of helping someone with your body can be hard to find with ordinary close connections. In conventional relationships, even romantic ones, prolonged focus on the athleticism and sexuality of one’s body is inappropriate. So the need arises for a new kind of relationship: a relationship between someone who works to develop and sculpt his body and someone who acknowledges and admires that body. For the purposes of this post, I shall call the person seeking to grow his body the trainee.  I shall call the person motivating him a musclemate.

The requirements for a musclemate are simple: he* must genuinely desire to help the trainee grow. He must feel genuine pleasure, a satisfiable lust at seeing a strong, athletic, attractive body. This pleasure is the helpful thing that the trainee will find so rewarding to create in his musclemate. Both the trainee and his musclemate must be comitted to protecting each other’s privacy. The relationship between a trainee and his musclemate should be a meaningful human connection, not a “transaction” just to get each other off. The more a trainee and a musclemate appreciate, respect, and connect to each other as people, the more the musclemate’s acknowledgment and pleasure can motivate the trainee. To keep the relationship personal and meaningful, a trainee should only have one musclemate. A musclemate should have only one trainee.

Those are the essential requirements. A musclemate may have additional knowledge or skills that he can bring to bear. He may be a hypnotist, a trainer, or a nutritionist. While helpful, such abilities needn’t be mandatory. That said, a trainee may be well justified in expressing additional requirements (such as age, gender, or type).

There are three variations of musclemates that, while all sharing the essential goals and requirements, each have a different power/status dynamic:

1. Muscle Master. A muscle master is a musclemate who’s in control. When the trainee has a desire to obey and to surrender to another’s will, a muscle master can harness that desire to deeper enflame that craving of the trainee to work out and grow. A muscle master may be able to dominate the trainee physically with his own body. He may be able to hypnotize the trainee and direct the trainee’s sexual desire to deepen the trainee’s obedience (this is what I do most often). Neither ability is required - the important thing for success as a muscle master is for the trainee to feel a deep, almost instinctive need to obey and please the master. The origin of that need is not important.

2. Muscle bro. This kind of musclemate is a trainee himself. Two muscle bros don’t have to train together. What’s important is that they regularly flex for each other and appreciate each other’s growth. A healthy rivalry can develop between two muscle bros. Perhaps the bro who makes bigger gains in a particular week can captivate his bro with his flexing, showing off for his bro harder and harder and sending him into a deep mesmerizing cloud of pleasure. The weaker bro might find himself becoming fascinated, with his self control seeping out of him, becoming open and maybe even obedient to his stronger muscle bro just then. Of course, both muscle bros must remember that the goal is their mutual growth, not domination. So the stronger bro, as he puts his ensnared weaker bro in that trance with his muscles should give the weaker bro suggestions and motivation to grow stronger and harder. The stronger bro should not allow the weaker bro to cum until the weaker bro has absorbed the suggestions and committed to obeying them. The stronger bro can then make the weaker bro cum, reinforcing his own gains with the pleasure he’s given the weaker bro.

3. Muscle fan. This kind of musclemate is someone who most enjoys relishing the physical strength and superiority of the trainee. A muscle fan needn’t be dominated by the trainee physically or psychologically - even in ordinary cordial interaction, the muscle fan realizes and acknowledges the power of the trainee’s body and sexuality over him. A muscle fan can also be a hypnotist (as I have been when working with alpha subs), but hypnosis is not required. The true power of a genuine muscle fan is that he acknowledges the trainee’s growth with deep lust, sincerity, and pleasure. There are two important caveats for muscle fans: first, the trainee should not dominate the muscle fan all the time (or even most of the time). Remember, it is the human connection that makes the musclemate relationship so powerful. So if the trainee uses his confidence, strength, sexuality, and power to completely reduce his muscle fan to a whimpering, lustful, mindless cum machine, then the power of the relationship is lost. Second, while a muscle fan’s attraction may seem unconditional, but he can become bored or tired if the trainee does not grow. A muscle fan likely sees any number of jocks on Tumblr and in other forums, and those jocks can either steal the fan or drain him of his cum (and thus the reinforcement his pleasure would provide to the trainee), if the trainee fails to keep his muscle fan captivated with and invested into his muscle gains.

Two trainees can be each other’s musclemates if both are muscle bros, or one is a muscle master and one is a muscle fan. 

The Assignment

So my assignment for you, in place of any new year’s resolutions, is, if you’re a trainee, to find a musclemate. You can use this post to help: if you’re a trainee looking for a musclemate, comment on this post describing the musclemate you’re looking for. If you’re not a trainee and just looking to be someone’s musclemate, please reply to one of the trainees who comments. You may wish to reblog this post so that more potential trainees may see it. Of course, questions and suggestions are always welcome. 

Update (Jan 20, 2018): To facilitate connecting musclemates and trainees, I created a new channel on Hypnosis4Guys chat called #musclemates. Don’t let the location fool you: hypnosis skills are not required to be a musclemate in any category. If you don’t see anyone on, leave a description of what you’re looking for and, if you’d like, your body pic.

Happy holidays, and have a healthy and empowering 2018!

*The musclemate can be of any gender, orientation, or gender identity. I use the pronoun “he” only because most of my readers and all of my subs are men.

Update: if you respond looking for a musclemate, please make sure you have enabled messaging in your tumblr account.

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

Day 4 of a real Extreme Jocktoy Week.

I’m exhausted. I groaned, growled, grunted at the gym. Was leg day and workout legs wearing a jock makes it special. I gave everting I had to make my legs grow. Some people stared at me for the noises I made, but I did not care, it was MY workout. Groaning made me feel more as a beast and improve my performance, that is all that matters.

The chain is still at my neck. The lock hang in my chest. Is heavy. The back of my neck is a little sore. But I’m so comfortable now with them. I’m complete.

My jock’s smell is intense. Reminds me my football team’s locker room back when I was in high school. Sniffing my jock while I edge makes me have all kind of twisted fantasies. The manly I feel the hornier I get. I’m even getting hard just writing this.

Today, I have to say, I missed my Sir. But I know he will be back soon and I will make him so fucking proud.

-Arturo

@brocomplex @brounderconstruction @rievous @justadumbjock @jockintraining @becumbigdumbjockboi @bigdumjockboy @thecollaredbf @meathead1997

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 💪

Another beast growing huge!

GAYBOY