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Arturo.

-Yes, Sir...

Not much longer now. His free will, worn down to almost nothing through weeks of conditioning, now ready to crumble to nothing. Soon, very soon, he”ll be ready to begin his new life, embrace his new purpose, as my obedient, perfectly enslaved jocktoy.

The Pack’s life.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Hapoy 2019 to all the Pack, our friends and followers (we have more than 400 now, what?!).

Fran and I wish you the best, but don’t be one of those people who will see “what the year will bring”, be the kind of people who takes of the year what you want to have. Make your opportunities, work hard, fight your battles, and enjoy what you have earn.

We are ready to grow, to get stronger and manlier. We are ready to go even further this year and sharing our journey. We will grow the Pack and help them to achieve their goals... and having so much fun in the proses!

We are ready, are you?

-Arturo

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

I loved reading your posts. It's a real shame that I just joined Tumblr and they're shutting it down. How can. I apply for your pack?

Hey! Just go to Kik and look for the Pack: WildMuscleBros.

They said that there is a line between human and beast. That some people sometimes cross that line and become in touch with their inner beast. I say: Fuck the line! Become a primal animal. Embrace your manliness, accept your power and be the BEAST that you have been destined to be.

That is what Fran has taught me, now I’m free.

-Arturo

Being soaked alone is cold. Being soaked with your brother is an adventure.

#TheDapperExecutive

Got @primalenergy1 and @becumbigdumbjockboi to do just that this week. Massive boost to their egos as colleagues, etc. commented on their recent physical changes. That need to GROW into a massive, powerful beast is in you too, buddy. Surrender to your primal instincts and becum what Nature intended you to be. An unstoppable male. 

Take little moments to show off. Let the world know you’re on top.

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!

#TheDapperExecutive

And do it with a brother. Meaningful #malebonding is what will help you conquer the world. Find yourself a #musclemate, find yourself a Pack. And get ready to take over the world, beast.

Yesterday night I was on my bed reading. I had a good day and I was ready to sleep, but you know, I just was reading “that last chapter”, but then my phone sound. Was that particular sound that Kik does. Was Fran, my Sir. We say hi, we talked a little and then, suddenly, he told me, no, he commanded me to cum. Right there right now. I was already hard (I’m always hard with I talk with Fran), so I started jerking off. He demanded to go faster and cum immediately. I took my clothes off and i jerked faster. I came. My cum was all over me. I reported that I have cum, and then he told me to swallow my own cum. All of it. I said, Yes, Sir! I rubbed my fingers on my abs and chest, and I started to feed me. I licked and sucked the cum out of my fingers. Even at the next morning still I can taste it on my mouth. I told him I was done and clean. He respond with a simple: “Good. Cum again.” And that was all I needed to know to obey and start jerking off again. It took me a little bit longer but I was so turned on that I got hard without problem. I licked my hand and put my salive on my cock. I jerk harder and faster. I pull my ball a little and I twisted my nipples. I came. All my muscles shivered. I told Fran that I was done. He said: “Good boy. Is your cock hurting?” Me: “A little” Fran: “Then let’s go again” Again?! That is imposible, I told to myself, but I’m a Jocktoy. He owns me. What I said to myself is irrelevant. What Fran said is what matters. So I start stroking again. This time was harder, way harder. But Fran started yelling to me, pressuring me. That made me think about him being right there with me, milking me, his hand jerking me off, screaming to my face: Cum, Soldier, cum! My cock was hard, I was groaning loud… and I came for the third time. I told him that I was done. He told me to hydrate and go sleep. And he was gone. I stayed on the bed, tired, sore, sweaty, and my mind spending. What the fuck just happened? I was not sure. But I had a deep feeling that I had been used. A feeling of being just an object, a muscle meat… a Jocktoy. Then I smiled.

Let me tell you about the WildMuscleBros, the Pack I belong to.  The Pack focuses on building bull stud MUSCLE and being a cocky badass.  Even more, the Pack is about the Growth Journey:  growing muscle; getting in touch with and exuding confident masculinity; being fucking PRIMAL; encouraging and coaching other Pack members; confronting shit and pushing through your pussy excuses; and having some dirty fun. The Pack has helped me in all these areas of my growth journey. I have been pushed to work harder and to be more consistent in the gym, and I have seen results. I have also been coached to embrace and let out the masculine beast within, and practicing this has been confrontational but very rewarding.  Here’s a short, real-life description to demonstrate the point.

Yesterday was about raw, primal confrontation and channeling aggressive, masculine energy:  I had an MMA style fight with another bro into brawling. I went over to his place, and I could tell we were both amped up and pumped with adrenaline.  He was already sweaty, and I could smell the musk coming off of him which got me more excited to fight him.  We were both ready to fuck each other up.  Then, we went into a room with mats, put on sparring gloves and bite guards, talked some shit, and started the fight.  We were pretty evenly matched, and the dude was fucking strong.  We traded punches to the face and body, went for take-downs, crashed our sweaty bodies into each other, and wrestled on the floor. In the end, my opponent got me in a choke hold, and I tapped out.  He won the match, but I was fucking pumped and felt incredible.  [Fighting and wrestling are only times I feel and experience the primal, masculine animal fucking explode and take over my body and mind.  The feeling is intoxicating and powerful:  it’s about the sweaty, rough, carnal collision of MEN simultaneously fighting and bonding.] The jock that owns me told me that losing was unacceptable and that I need to fight this opponent again and beat his ass.  My owner is 100% correct and knows how to stir up this jocktoy’s testosterone and aggressive energy.  I’ll train harder, and challenge him again.  I’ll fucking destroy his ass next time! 

My Growth Journey - So Far

Since joining the pack I have started a transformation that up to that point I had only dreamed about. I’ve grown stronger, bigger, more confident. I am becoming a beast and the pack is transforming me. I have never worked out harder, and I am loving every second of it. I have grown to crave that last rep. You know the one. The one that seems impossible. The one that makes you grit your teeth so hard you feel like they will break. The one that makes you grunt because you are pushing that hard. The one that makes your muscles burn so much it hurts. I love that pain. It means I am growing.

I’ve learned my place in the pack, and I work every day to earn it. I am turning into a confident alpha beast to the world. But I am owned. I’ve learned to control my self and submit while still being a bull of a man. It’s been frustrating and at times even painful, but it is worth it.

Gut, gone. Love handles, gone. Arms, defined. Quads, strong. My body is being transformed into a powerful machine.

I am becoming unapologetically man. The Pack drags the Man out of me and encourages me to be a beast. To walk with my chest out and head high. There is a bond. It’s like having a team in a locker room all the time. The competition, the shit talking forces the cocky alpha out and into the world. I’ve learned that I can be macho and dominate. I’m reminded almost every day, walking down the street, catching eyes with another man until he looks down and away, or not. That’s the best. Finding another jockboy in the wild and silently bonding for a moment.

That cocky swagger, the smirk, the strength. My inner beast is coming out and there is no stopping him now. I have no choice. I am man. I am beast. I am the Pack.

@wildmusclebros

GUYS

WHO

LIFT TOGETHER

STAYS TOGETHER

#Brotherhood

#TheDapperExecutive

#jocktoy #journey #wildmusclebros #Kik:wildmusclebros

My Growth Journey - So Far

Since joining the pack I have started a transformation that up to that point I had only dreamed about. I’ve grown stronger, bigger, more confident. I am becoming a beast and the pack is transforming me. I have never worked out harder, and I am loving every second of it. I have grown to crave that last rep. You know the one. The one that seems impossible. The one that makes you grit your teeth so hard you feel like they will break. The one that makes you grunt because you are pushing that hard. The one that makes your muscles burn so much it hurts. I love that pain. It means I am growing.

I’ve learned my place in the pack, and I work every day to earn it. I am turning into a confident alpha beast to the world. But I am owned. I’ve learned to control my self and submit while still being a bull of a man. It’s been frustrating and at times even painful, but it is worth it.

Gut, gone. Love handles, gone. Arms, defined. Quads, strong. My body is being transformed into a powerful machine.

I am becoming unapologetically man. The Pack drags the Man out of me and encourages me to be a beast. To walk with my chest out and head high. There is a bond. It’s like having a team in a locker room all the time. The competition, the shit talking forces the cocky alpha out and into the world. I’ve learned that I can be macho and dominate. I’m reminded almost every day, walking down the street, catching eyes with another man until he looks down and away, or not. That’s the best. Finding another jockboy in the wild and silently bonding for a moment.

That cocky swagger, the smirk, the strength. My inner beast is coming out and there is no stopping him now. I have no choice. I am man. I am beast. I am the Pack.

@wildmusclebros

Let me tell you about the WildMuscleBros, the Pack I belong to.  The Pack focuses on building bull stud MUSCLE and being a cocky badass.  Even more, the Pack is about the Growth Journey:  growing muscle; getting in touch with and exuding confident masculinity; being fucking PRIMAL; encouraging and coaching other Pack members; confronting shit and pushing through your pussy excuses; and having some dirty fun. The Pack has helped me in all these areas of my growth journey. I have been pushed to work harder and to be more consistent in the gym, and I have seen results. I have also been coached to embrace and let out the masculine beast within, and practicing this has been confrontational but very rewarding.  Here’s a short, real-life description to demonstrate the point.

Yesterday was about raw, primal confrontation and channeling aggressive, masculine energy:  I had an MMA style fight with another bro into brawling. I went over to his place, and I could tell we were both amped up and pumped with adrenaline.  He was already sweaty, and I could smell the musk coming off of him which got me more excited to fight him.  We were both ready to fuck each other up.  Then, we went into a room with mats, put on sparring gloves and bite guards, talked some shit, and started the fight.  We were pretty evenly matched, and the dude was fucking strong.  We traded punches to the face and body, went for take-downs, crashed our sweaty bodies into each other, and wrestled on the floor. In the end, my opponent got me in a choke hold, and I tapped out.  He won the match, but I was fucking pumped and felt incredible.  [Fighting and wrestling are only times I feel and experience the primal, masculine animal fucking explode and take over my body and mind.  The feeling is intoxicating and powerful:  it’s about the sweaty, rough, carnal collision of MEN simultaneously fighting and bonding.] The jock that owns me told me that losing was unacceptable and that I need to fight this opponent again and beat his ass.  My owner is 100% correct and knows how to stir up this jocktoy’s testosterone and aggressive energy.  I’ll train harder, and challenge him again.  I’ll fucking destroy his ass next time! 

Workout, eat clean, supplements, rest. A jock life. I have been in this journey of become Fran’s muscle Jocktoy for almost a year. I have changed physically and mentally a lot. But even I have enjoyed every minute of this journey, some times becomes “normal” for me. Until something happen and reminds me that being a Jocktoy makes me stand out above the others.

Yesterday I was working at the office. Suddenly an old coworker came by for some paperwork. And as soon he saw me he shouted:

“Damn, Arturo, you have been working out!! You are big!!”

No, “hello”. No “how have you been?”. He’s first and only comment was about my new body. At first his comment got me by surprise, but then, without thinking, I started flexing my arms and chest as the Jocktoys that I am. He looked at me and then he told to the nearest guy that was there: “He used to be skinny, now he have muscles!”

I said thanks, we shaked hands and he left.

I got back to work and then my mind turned on again, and I told to myself “What the fuck was that?!!” People noticing my improvements, Me flexing and showing off my muscles. All that is new to me... and I love it!!

I am a jock. I am a Jocktoy. I am Fran’s Jocktoy. I have found my place.

-Arturo

Killian Belliard

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The Pack, after an arm workout suggested by @primalenergy1. Grinning. Feeling connected. Bonded. 

 Swollen.

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Option D please

The kind of skills you gotta have to take your boys on a wild camping trip. I wonder how many of those knots Arturo, AJ, and Potro know... Maybe I’ll have to test them on that...

-Fran

Survival Skills for Your Smart Life

Don’t be afraid to surrender to your need for male bonding. Male bonding makes us stronger. Every one of us. We learn through one another. Surpass ourselves by looking up to our bros. By traning with them. Hard. We become more masculine by surrounding ourselves with bigger, stronger men. Men who push us to become what we know we can be. What we want to be. What we NEED to be. Give in to your profound need to bond with other men. Awaken the beasts within you, brothers. Shed your inhibitions. Awaken.

Pack’s Friday Challange

What is a pack of alpha jocks without a good challenge between them?

Now is becoming a tradition in our Pack have #FridayChallange and this last Friday was brutal.

Squats. 24 hrs to see who can make more squats thru the day. At the street, at the office, at home, public bathrooms and parking lots.

There is no doubt that the Pack is getting stronger and more competitive. Trash talk, teasing each other and cocky attitudes. Jocks being jocks.

@brounderconstruction Daniel had an early and impressive start rising the bar high. But one by one the jocks start waking up and doing their part. Fran, @becumbigdumbjockboi Colt, @primalenergy1 AJ and myself joined the race doing at least one more than the other competitor. Then, @mummifymenow Tim came and quickly proclame to be a strong competitor. Even the newbies did their part showing that they deserve to be part of the Pack.

The whole morning the number where stacked, but real battle is at night, when we are running out of time.

The final sprint was between Colty and Tim. They fought as beasts burning their legs and ass. But the end, Tim was the champion of the challenge with 1550 squats... for this week.

I have never thought that I would be available to do so many squats myself, but when you have a Pack of alpha jocks pushing you, encouraging you, chalking you... believing in you, you do more, and you become stronger and better.

I’m in a journey, but my journey is also somebody else’s journey. We are a Pack. We are a fucking unstoppable muscled jocks pack!

“THE COVE” BY HUSSKONI

Give this new muscle growth story a watch my friends!

Please share and let me know your thoughts!!

The Pack is reminded of this.

Every. Day. 

As we push one another to greater heights. 

As we demand of each other to lift more than the day before. To forget the limits of the past. 

We grow as ONE. 

We are beasts. 

UNLEASHED. 

-Fran

GAINS

ARE

EARNED,

NOT

GIVEN

You Have To Earn That Shit!

#TheDapperExecutive

Find your way to your Pack. Kik: #wildmusclebros