Submission Is Not About Weakness; It's About Strength, Growth, And Connection.

A jocktoy’s hunger for his musclemate’s approval. An Alpha toying with his muscle pup. You can sense how badly the jocktoy wants his Alpha to take charge. He’s getting excited, shivering. Sculpted, chain around the neck. Bro cap. He’s being grown into a massive bull. And it feels so right. He’s gotten used to wearing little next to his Owner. Still covered in sweat from his last lifting sesh, he’s lusting to feel his Owner’s tongue, his manly touch. His approval. This is the transformative power of brotherhood. Turn into that virile, primal beast. Surrender to the need to GROW. Your fast hardening cock knows it’s what you long for.

I wake up and my heart already was pounding my chest. I look at my phone and there it is. My Sir’s instructions for my workout of the day.

My cock gets hard juts reading his first instructions. I can’t understand the rush that I feel as I follow Fran’s demands. There is no doubt that I’m his jocktoy.

First instruction is get naked and make myself hard. Easy. Then flex my cock and muscles 20 times. Feels so good. I’m already starting to feel as a beast. I grunt.

Couple days a go he told me to buy peppermint oil. Now I know why. The oil on my balls give me strange sensation. Burn. Fresh. Painful. I love it. Makes me more aware that I have two fucking big manly balls. I let myself go deep. I grunt some more, louder.

Fuck, he want me to do the “edge me please” game. I got my laptop. I go to the webpage and I set the settings. Hard, No cumming. I start jerking off following the instructions on the screen. Oooh, so good. I imagine that those words on the screen is my Sir writing. I look at my phone all the tome waiting to him to call… that makes me even hornier. He don’t call. But I start thinking in the fantasy he told me. Me being tied up and milked for muscle mans of our pack. I jerk off. I stop. I jerk off faster. Stop. I jerk off harder. I look my phone. No call. I jerk off and grunt and make primal noises. I want to cum so bad, but I can’t. I’m not allow to do it. 30 minutes later I have to stop. I feel like an animal and ready for what is next.

The workout begging. 50 jumping jacks and 30 seconds knee running to warm up. Then 20 Turkish get ups. I have never done those, but that is not important. My Sir want me to do it so I will. They are harder than they look. I’m naked on the floor. Cock hard. Doing 1,2,3… my muscles are pumped. I’m sure that Fran would be proud.

Now, a 5k run. But I get to wear my jock!! Nothing makes me feel more manly that wear my jock. I look at myself in the mirror. “I’m a jock” I told to my reflection. I put some shorts and my tennis shoes. He did not tell me but I will do the run shirtless. Every two minutes 5 push ups. My chest get hard, my triceps pump. By kilometer 4 I’m tired. It’s hard to breath. Still feel the burning in my balls. But I need to finish. I am a warrior. I’m a fucking jocktoy. I am a beast!! I am Fran’s beast.

I get home and without thinking I take some pics of my sweating and I send them to my Sir. Then I get naked as I have told. I take ice cubes and I run them on my legs, balls… and my torso. The cold feels good. I’m still sweating and my whole body is wet now.

I go up stair to my room. I apply more oil to my balls. I grunt. I imagine that is my Sir who put the oil on me. 100 lunges now… fuck. Some times I want to punch Fran’s face for all he make me do… but I know I can’t do that. He is the Alpha. My Alpha. And deep down I know I just need to obey. Obey and grow, that is all. I start with the lunges and jerking off my hard cock. Getting to the edge every time. Cursing and moaning louder than ever. I want to cum!!

Finally pull ups. I suck at pull ups. And he knows that. By now my body hurts. My muscles are burning… and I look like a true muscle beast. I can’t recognize that stud in the mirror. My Sir has been changing me. Since I submitted to him I have become a better man. Fuck, look those muscles!! I don’t think and I start with the pulls ups and jerking off to the edge. Everyone I think I will cum, but I breath deep and I hold it. I can’t do anymore pull ups. I fall on the floor and I stay there for a couple minutes. I smile. I did it.

My Sir give the option of cum for him now or keep it for later… I will cum now for sure!!! If I don’t do it I will explode! I grab my cock and I jerk off desperately. I touch my chest, my legs, my arms. I’m an animal. I cum loads and loads. My mind goes blank. Is one of the best orgasm I ever had. I take a photo and send it to Fran waiting to hear from here and hoping he can said: “I’m proud of you, Soldier.”

Fuck, now I’m turn off after writing all this… I may jerk off again right now…

-Arturo

Another inspection. Sir demand me to take my cloths off and show him his work, my body, his body. I’m proud of what I have achieved, but I want more!!! -Arturo

Find your way to your Pack. Kik: #wildmusclebros

Iron sharpens iron. Only one man can teach another man, this is called brotherhood. Two men are strengthened by male complicity. Men are men because of virility. Virility is built with sweat, struggle, strength and power. The masculine mentality has to be shared between men. Brother helps another brother to be stronger. Every man must have his gang , every man needs to have a brother by his side to fight and be increasingly manly

Ferro afia ferro. Apenas um homem pode criar outro homem, isso se chama fraternidade. Dois homens se fortalecem na cumplicidade masculina. Homens são homens por causa da virilidade. A virilidade é construída com suor, lutar, força e poder. A mentalidade masculina tem de ser compartilhada entre homens. Irmão ajuda outro irmão a ser mais forte . Como homens devemos ter nossa tribo, todo homem precisa ter um irmão ao lado para lutar e ser cada vez mais másculo.

i must learn discipline

as an aspiring himbo, I work out 6 days a week

from now on I'll jack off only on my rest days

i can't waste energy and focus on pleasuring myself

muscles are pleasure. looking good is pleasure. discipline is pleasure

Arturo, a few tips for your next match with your friend... You’ll DESTROY him again! Oh hell yeah!

Basic wrestling rules......

Whenever possible, go for a victory flex and if he’s still moving around hold down his arm and use your knee to pin down his arm……

Combine an arm bar with a head scissors for extra pain……..

Always cover his mouth before you pound him in the bread basket so his screaming and cries for mercy don’t distract you…….

Stretch out between his legs whenever possible……

The more you stretch them…..the better……

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!!

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)