Latest Posts by wildmusclebros - Page 3

Always ready for my Sir

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Let yourself be SCULPTED.

Behrooz Tabani getting his pecs massaged like bread dough 🤤

Owned.

Reblog if nothing gets you hornier than a great workout and getting pumped as fuck!!!!

Your homework for the week, Arturo, @sydmusclepup and @musclepigwhore.

- Fran

Making your nipples hardwired - tips

Let me begin with a short personal story: I used to be one of those guys who thought their nipples are totally unsensitive to touch, and who would read in envy of other guys’ accounts how hardwired their nipples are and how much pleasure they get from nippleplay. I was a total nipple addict back then, enjoying other guy’s nipples, thinking biology and genes have made my nipples just physically not able to sense pleasure.

Then I started reading about it more, and foudn out that with practice and time, you can actually increase the sensitivity of the nipples. There were various tips: Going to the gym and focusing on the pec development, piercing the nips, pumping them, clamping them, you name it. I also learned the key thing that I’ve mentioned earlier: ALWAYS play with your nipples when you masturbate or when you have sex, especially when you finally cum, no matter how little sensitivity your nipples have. That is the key.

What I decided next was to “listen” what the nipples tell you. This sounds a bit weird at first but trust me, it’s the only way to find out what makes your nipples tick. What I did was the following, and I enourage you to do the same:

At night when it’s dark, lay on the bed and close your eyes. Take your shirt off and expose your nippes. If you like, you can also touch your nipples through your shirt first

Then the most important thing to remember before you go any further: DO NOT touch your cock at any point, DO NOT touch any part of your body that makes you horny. ONLY touch the nipples. DO NOT watch any porn or have any other stimuli than your fingers on the nipples

Next, try different ways to play with your nipples. The key here is to keep maintaining and repeating the same touch for a longer time. A minute or so should be fine for one type of touching. And why so: The thing is that it takes a while before you start feeling the sensation down in your cock and balls as you touch your nipples. The main thing is to keep touching with the same style until you either feel something or you don’t. Usually what happens is that your cock starts growing hard. You know that you’re on the right track

I highly recommend “flicking” your nipples: take the tip of your nipple between your forefinger and thumb and slowly let it pass through your fingers. You might want to also apply a slight pinch at the end. Keep flicking the nipple like that for a minute at least, preferably even more.

You might also want to try other ways: rolling your finger around the nipple, around the areola. Moving your finger up and down on the nipple. Again: keep doing the same type of play and touch for a few minutes

With this exercise, you should then start learning what kin of play gives you what kind of sensations. Also: When you find a technique that creates a tingling sensation on the area between your balls and asshole, keep on repeating that - it is the key to eventually making you even cum handsfree from nipple play. You may have found already the things that make your cock really hard but bare in mind: if you want to have a nipple orgasm, my experience is that you won’t get it if you just focus on what makes your cock hard. Instead, focus on what makes pleasurable sensations in the area between the balls and the asshole: It’s exaclty the same areaa that pulsates when you have an orgasm, andthat is where you should focus your thoughts.

So how are my nipples at the moment, you ask :) They are TOTALLY hardwired! A slightest touch on my right nipple makes my cock rock hard. After playing with my nipples, I can also cum handsfree by flicking my nipple between my fingers! The orgasm is amazing, and it lasts a LOT longer than regular one, and you tend to stay on that feeling of pleasure just before you cum for minutes! My whole body feels the sensation from nipple orgasm.

Hope these tips are of help to other guys wondering about their nipples. Would be great to hear of your progress, and do contact me if you like to hear some more tips and instructions!

Has been long since the last time I post something here but that does not mean that my training (at the gym and as muscle pet) has stopped.

I’m still growing, in still being trained by my Sir… and that is the reason I show this pics… he told me to do it. Enjoy.

-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.

menatplay1 by vintnerbutler on Flickr.

National Wear A Jockstrap To Work Day is observed next on Friday, 4 June 2021. It has been the first Friday in June since 2010.  

Time to start deciding which jock you’ll wear!  

Every time, always, at any moment that my Master text me, my cock gets hard, start leaking and my mind goes empty.

I became a muscle mindless slave and I’m ready for any order he ask me to do just at the sound of my phone getting his text.

I’m a sex toy. I’m a dumb muscle jock. I am his.

-Arturo

Let yourself be sculpted. Period.

Tim Budesheim.

A man taking control of his body as he surrenders his mind to the collective need to GROW and becum a beast. 

Feel the testosterone pump through your veins.

Feel it transform you.

Feel it UNLEASH you.

Becum who you were meant to be.

Embrace your manliness.

Slowly turning into the muscle beast I want to be 💪🏻

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

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.

Inspired, every day, by my jocktoy and #musclemate Arturo to be that #ProtectorAlpha and support his growth.

The Two Types Of Alphas

When Men discover and comprehend the great power Nature bestowed upon them, a choice must be made. It’s a difficult choice, one that should involve sober reflection and consideration. It all hinges on a deeply personal question:

How should a Man use his power?

We live in a world where so many Men use their power for terrible things; shocking acts of violence, greed, hatred, and terror. They lash out in hideous ways against the innocent and weak simply because they can. 

These types of Alphas (if they can properly even be called such) are what Sir Titus once called “destroyer Alphas.” These are Alphas who employ their strength and Hierarchical status to intimidate, harass, bully, crush, and harm those defenseless inferiors cowering in terror around them. 

The BDSM fetish community is rife with destroyer Alphas. These sadists relish the pain they inflict on the faggots and females they enslave. They like the breakdown of the human spirit, the inhuman cries of their afflicted victims, and the physical marks their form of domination leaves on the bodies of lesser humans. 

Many Alphas begin their Alphahood as destroyer Alphas. It’s the nature of young Manhood, sowing their oats and testing the limits of their powers. They often move in packs at that stage, pushing each other to deeper and darker depths of depravity. They use people at will, reveling in the easy submission of the weak and helpless. They bask in the worship and respect their aggressive dominance commands. 

But after this early stage of Alpha development, the cream separates from the milk, and a new class of Alpha emerges - Protector Alphas. These are Alphas whose inherent sense of goodness, fairness, and duty override the base instincts powering destroyer Alpha tendencies. 

Protector Alphas are real-life superheroes.

They gladly accept the worship and submissive service of those faggots and females they own, but each one in their care feels safe and appreciated. A Protector Alpha seeks to stabilize and support those serving Him even during the deepest moments of submission. 

A Protector Alpha will look across a road, see an injustice, and move to act. A Protector Alpha is the first one running into a burning building, or assisting the elderly, or stopping cruel acts against minorities and the weak. They take up the cause of righteousness in their strong arms and carry it to completion.  

When I say that Alphas are gods, I’m specifically talking about these Protector Alphas. Protector Alphas are the very best a Man can be, the purest distillation of Masculinity.

I have largely served Protector Alphas in my life. I credit this long time serving Protector Alphas with some of my sense of self-worth despite being a faggot. These great Men used me thoroughly, of course, but they always took time to reassure me that I was valuable property or provide aftercare when things got rough. Even just a “good boy” from a Protector Alpha makes a world of difference to a faggot.

For the longest time on this blog I couldn’t find many examples of Protector Alphas, because sites in this community typically favor destroyer Alphas. There were some standout examples, though - @natural-hung-bull, @straightalphamike, @firstamongmen, @alphaexploits, @alpha-dade, @thealphatank​ - but they were hard to find.

But recently I have uncovered some spectacular Protector Alphas out in the wild. The best examples are Master Nick and Master Nikola, the straight gods in Toronto who own four live-in faggots. Yes, they use their faggots thoroughly. However, their faggots all know their service is appreciated and they have the protection of their owners at all times. These two Protector Alphas paid large sums of money to rescue their faggot Lee from the homophobia of his father. Master Nick recently rescued his faggot Yul from a homophobic attack on campus.  

Master Nick and Master Nikola are two of the greatest Protector Alphas I’ve ever known. The example of their lives should inspire other Alphas to raise their game and become better than the base instincts of ordinary Men.

Then, of course, are the examples of two more Protector Alphas I’ve featured here recently - Sir Rob and his teen Alpha son Master Kyle. My Master Sir Rob used his outstanding wisdom and respect for the masculine institution of Alphahood to seek out faggots in order to train his son properly. Every time I speak with Sir Rob, a shiver ripples through my body just from his words and how he expresses his deep knowledge of Alphahood and his own power. He is magical. The faggots who serve him will never fear or be left feeling like a discarded cumrag.

But it’s Master Kyle that is a real jewel currently being carved from the rock Alpha Manhood. I recently mentioned to Sir Rob that his son was still in the “destroyer” phase of his Alphahood, and while he didn’t disagree (after all, Master Kyle is currently leveling cities with his rut like some sort of big-dicked Godzilla), he cautioned that Master Kyle’s age likely had something to do with it. He sees great promise in his son, and I do as well.

To that end, I want to relate a story Master Kyle shared with me:

When I was younger, in my first year of high school, there was this kid in my grade at school. He was your stereotypical “gay kid” you know. Very girly, but very shy. I was not very close with him but I knew him. He was very sweet, a very good guy. But he always had this group of three boys, always on him, laughing of him, sometimes beating him up. One day, they made him cry outside, because they were laughing of him and his mother. ( His mother was sick and had no hair) That was too much for me. I confronted the guys, and as always I ended up in a fight. I beat up the leader and another before a teacher could arrive and separate us. I got detention. At the end of my detention, the gay kid was waiting for me. He thanked me and hugged me. They never bothered him again. Every time I saw him at school, he’d always say hi and give me a warm smile.He finally moved to another state. I remember that today and realized that it was my alphahood speaking again, telling me how to act. Even when I didn’t know, it was there, deep in me.

Then Master Kyle added this:

I always had this feeling in my stomach whenever I saw something not right or an injustice. Was it my alphahood speaking?

Indeed, it was, and speaking loud and clear!

Protector Alphas like these four Men are simply the greatest beings on the earth. They are the reasons why faggots submit their lives to serve them, why we gladly debase ourselves to satisfy their every whim and desire. These are the gods worthy of worship and praise, worthy of any sacrifice or pain in their service. 

These four Men specifically have humbled me so deeply that I have decided to finally go into chastity for the very first time. To honor their greatness. To acknowledge their vast superiority over not only me, but also over all of those destroyer Alphas pretending to take their thrones. 

By locking up my useless clit, I salute these greatest Alphas and their Manhood. What an honor it is to serve Protector Alphas! 

To the destroyer Alphas out there, look at these examples and learn to use your power for good, not evil!

To all Protector Alphas, I say THANK YOU for being the true Kings of the Earth! 

Then he was one of us.

This is how my body and mind feels every time my Sir calls me HIS muscle Jocktoy.

-Arturo

In my Master’s eyes.

The familiar cold steal on my wrists. My shoulders sore for having my arms up of my head for hours. Then the door opens and my cock gets hard as I have been trained.

My Sir has arrived to my prison.

He is wearing a suit. That means that he just got out of his job and came down here. No time to change or relax. That is bad news.

He don’t even say a word. He gets close to me, grab my cock and start jerking me off. I can feel his body close to me. His manly alpha energy. I can tell he had a bad day at work and now he will take all his frustrations on me. I’m here to serve him.

He looks me at the eyes. I see fire but also lust. He squeeze my balls. I moan. Is milking me as a beast. My cock is getting sore and I try to move away. The chains don’t let me and he grab my neck to keep me still. I am bigger and stronger than him, but he have the control.

I stop fighting. I know is useless. He keep jerking. Now the sore is pure pleasure. I moan lauder. He pinch my nipples hard, harder. My whole muscle body twitch. He slap my pecs. I groan. He is please.

Suddenly he takes my chains off. I’m free, I can fight back, run, scape... but I stay still. He is looking at me. I can’t move if he don’t allow me.

“Get in your knees”

And against all logic I obey.

He pulls my hair, open his zipper and put his hard cock in my mouth. I suck. I lick. I take everything he gives me. I look up, I look to my Master’s eyes and my mind gets lost. All I know is that I’m his muscle sex toy and that is my purpose.

Then I wake up... all was a dream. A vivid dream. My cock is hard and leaking. I was just dreaming about my Master. In reality I was in my bed and in a few minutes I had to get up, get ready, go to work and be a normal citizen. But that will be later, right now I will jerk off the fuck out of me.

-Arturo

Juracy Neto and Felipe Aquino

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

That male to whom you open your soul. To whom you reveal yourself - and who reveals you.

That man you allow to know you better than you know yourself.

That brother who can call you on your bullshit, pull you out of your misery with a witty joke, force you to lift for one more with nothing but a glare, 

The one who makes you...

Stronger.  Bigger.  Better.

MANLIER.

That beast who understands your primal nature, and helps you draw it out. Who does not fear your testosterone, your musk or your proximity. With who being raw, naked, emotionally and physically, is the only thing that feels right.

That man who fulfills your deep, universal longing for male bonding. To find a male who will mold you into a greater version of yourself. From man to titan.

Seek the unconditional love of your musclemate. And grow with him. GROW, beast!

Thank you, Sir.

-Arturo

A virile man following the instructions of his Alpha. The grin as he embraces his manliness, his confidence. As he realises how he’s been sculpted into a beast others look at in awe. A beast others lust after. A Bull that will inspire other males to embrace their #growthjourney and becum what they know they ought to becum.

Deep down, you know it too. DRAW. THE. BEAST. OUT.

Mason

That’s better. None of those pesky thoughts to get in your way.

He reminds me of Arturo.

A powerful beast. Well trained. Expanding, always. For my pleasure.

A musclegod.

An object.

A toy.

My bull.

-Fran

Jaroslav Horvath

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

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

#TheDapperExecutive

Bro-Coded

It’s not like what you see in the movies. At least not for me. Or not yet.

If I’ve noticed anything annoying about hypnokink culture it’s the tendency sometimes to generalize too much from one person’s experience. Results, in short, may vary.

But presently I feel like I have bees buzzing in my head. Or like I did that time after the bar exam when I could not navigate my way out of a simple parking lot. Or like I just woke up from a long nap and have to separate out the events that occurred in my dreams from the waking world.

I am awake. I know what I’m doing and who I am. I am remembering everything. And I am writing these words.

But I have a list burning in my head, of things to do and not to do. A list that is strange because I did not put it there. I could ignore the list, sure. Now, I am more or less a competent adult. I have never met the list’s author, and I would not recognize him if I met him. There are no penalties here, not even those afforded by a slave contract. But the option of disobeying seems bad and confusing. Something about it makes my skin itch like a sunburn, and causes my gorge to rise a little.

Complying with the list though seems easy and obvious. Not beneficial or good, but obvious. And I know that as I comply, it will only get more easy and obvious to comply more. Compliance will reinforce compliance. That queue of tasks I am carrying around with me, that only I can see, will get stronger.

My submission will grow, with repetition, with work accomplished. Like a muscle, bro. And something else will atrophy. But right now that doesn’t seem terribly important. I even have trouble identifying it, putting a name to it.

And maybe, at some point further along, the notion that compliance is a choice won’t occur to me. Items on my list will appear, and I will do what they say, and it will all be very simple. That would be interesting.

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

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.