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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

The @the-dapper-executive is one of us, one of the guys who get it. Men who are not afraid of connecting with other males, men who reconnect with their primal self grow into BEASTS that are leaders, warriors. Beasts who serve a useful purpose. Be bold, be free, be STRONG. It’s all within you, just commit to it, commit to letting yourself become what you were meant to be. Aspire to more. Aspire to inspire. 

The growing problem in today’s society isn’t that MEN are too masculine; it’s that they’re not masculine enough. When MEN embrace their masculinity in a way that is healthy and productive, they are leaders, warriors and heroes. It’s a young man opening the door for a girl on their first date. It’s a father working long hours to provide for his family. It’s a soldier risking his life to defend his country. Healthy families and strong communities depend on the leadership and bravery of good MEN.

#TheDapperExecutive

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LOCKER ROOM CULTURE

The locker room is essential for building team chemistry, motivation and morale. No athlete relishes the thought of returning to a locker room that is devoid of camaraderie and a lack of leadership, especially when his team is doing its best to overcome a devastating loss.

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There’s nothing like another manly brother to help you push beyond your physical limits. It might be the heat radiating from his body as he spots you. It might be his powerful musk filling your nostrils as you inhale deeper to push harder. Or it might be his commanding order to go for one more rep. Whatever aspect of it works for you, being part of something greater through #malebonding is what can awake the powerful beasts that sleep within each one of us. Just ask Arturo... Over the past few months, he has started to truly become the muscle jock he was always meant to be. And as a result, he’s never felt more alive, move virile, more MALE in his entire life. Even then, his #growthjourney is just beginning. And so is yours, soldier. The Pack expects much of you. Surrender to your instincts. Breathe in, and grow massive. Become MAN. Become PRIMAL.

- Fran

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We are what you need. @buffedbeef, find us on Kik #WildMuscleBros.

-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.

Day 7 of a real Extreme Jocktoy Week

Day 7. Seven days using the same jock. Seven day wearing a chain and a lock around my neck. 7 days becoming a muscled jock, a Jocktoy.

I feel stronger after this 7 days. Physically and mentally. I have pushed harder than ever at the gym. I increased the weights in every single workout. My clothe is tighter. And now I think I can achieve anything I want. I don’t care what people think and I feel proud to be who I am.

Today I went to the gym early in the morning. Before leave the house I grabbed a T-shirt and I cut it with some scissors. I’m improving my jock look. And it fit me. Was Shoulder day.

*Seated Dumbbell Shoulder Press x 4 8-10

*Side Lateral Dumbbell Raises x 4 10-12 reps

*Standing Cable Face Pulls x 4 10-12 reps

*Standing Military Press x 4 8-10

*Dumbbell Arnold Press x 4 8-10

*Seated Dumbbell Rear Deltoid Raise x 4 10-12

*Dumbbell Shrugs x 4 15-20

Nothing like a good shoulder workout to make you feel wider and bigger.

At home I worked just wearing my chain and jock. But my mind was not 100% at work. I spend every 5 minutes looking at the window looking for the UPS truck. Last Friday I bought my first Pump! jock and today it supposed to arrive... finally did!

Now I’m waiting for my Sir to comeback and give me permission to put it on. I can’t wait.

-Arturo

@becumbigdumbjockboi @brounderconstruction @jockintraining @rievous @jockbros @jockstrapstuds @alpha-jock-boy @meathead1997

Day 6 of a real Extreme Jocktoy Week

Sunday. I never workout in Sunday’s. Is my rest day. But this is Extreme Jocktoy Week so there is not rest day. First I did some fixings at home. Wearing just my jock and chain. I felt like Tarzan, Conan, or just a primal man that relay in his body and muscles to fix problems.

Later I started my hour of edging. This time I did it in front of a mirror. I flex. I grunted. I show off my muscles to myself. I punched my chest like a gorilla and I even licked my biceps. All this while I sniffed my jock. But I Did Not Cum.

With all that energy I was ready to go to the gym. Being challenged for a member of the pack, I did chest and biceps.

Chest

*Incline Dumbbell Press x 4 8-10 reps

*Incline Barbell Press x 4 6-8 reps

*Incline Dumbbell Flies x 4 8-10 reps

*Flat Barbell Press x 4 6-8 reps

*Flat Dumbbell Flies x 4 8-10 reps

Bicep

*Seated Alternating Curls x 3 8-10 reps

*Wide Grip EZ Curls x 3 8-10 reps

*Hammer Curls x 3 8-10 reps

*Curl DBs up alternatively, across body x 3 8-10

At the locker room, after my shower, I got dress and I put my chain on. Some guys saw me do it. It was amazing when I looked them at their eyes and they looked down in silence.

The rest of the afternoon I spend it feeding my body, drinking protein shakes and resting on my bed watching TV. Tomorrow is Monday. Back to work, but my jock and chain stay on me. I’m a beast. I’m a muscled Jocktoy

-Arturo

@jockbros @jockstrapstuds @brounderconstruction @rievous @jockintraining @becumbigdumbjockboi @alpha-jock-boy @meathead1997

Day 5 of a real Extreme Jocktoy Week

I’m horny. I’m so fucking horny. Today was almost unbearable. I had to get out of my house. I went to a park and I ran 3 kilometers, every 500 meters I stoped and did 20 burpees. It was hot and I got soaking wet with my sweat, I took my shirt off and I felt every drop running my chest and back while the sun burned my skin. I felt tired but I pushed my body to continued until I reached my goal. It felt so good at the end. Barely breathing, exhausted, my chest expanding taking air in. So powerful.

I got in my car and I drove fast directly to the gym. I’m almost push people rushing to the weight room. I felt like a gorilla. I needed dumbbells in my hands. Hear the sound of discs hitting the floor. The sound of my own groaning echoing in the gym. I workout back:

*Pull ups x 4 8-10 reps

*T-bar rows x 4 8-10 reps

*Wide Grip Pulldowns x 4 10-12 reps

*Single Arm Dumbbell Rows x 4 10-12 reps

*Close Grip Pulldowns x 4 10-12 reps

I did it with the heaviest weights I could and almost no rest between reps. I was furious. I took all my sexual frustration on the weights. And I felt even more primal. My mind just went blank and all that existed was my muscles and those weights. So free. Finally I went to the shower. I felt my muscles while I washed myself. My cock got hard. I edged for a while thinking about the jock I’m now, about how good is have muscles pumped up and full, I edged thinking that the hand in my cock was somebody’s else. But I did not cum.

Get my body exhausted worked, and after I ate, I felt more relaxed. But then... Fran wrote me. He is not back yet but he was just checking on me and his pack. We chatted just for 35 minutes. And then he was gone again. And here I am, horny like a beast in a cage again. Today is going to be hard to sleep.

-Arturo

@jockbros @jockstrapstuds @brounderconstruction @rievous @jockintraining @becumbigdumbjockboi @alpha-jock-boy @dumbmusclejockboi @meathead1997

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

Day 3 of a real Extreme Jocktoy Week

Today was different. I felt different. You would have belived that a chain in your neck would be a sign of passive submission. But is not like that. Not for me. For me is a remainder that I’m a beast, that I’m in a journey to be stronger, manlier and bigger. This chain means that I belong to somebody, I’m not alone, and that makes me much stronger than those lonely wolfs out there. I have a pack and I follow the most fucking alpha male that I have ever meet.

Today, before go to the gym, without thinking, I grabbed my cap and I wear it backwards (obviously). At the middle of my workout, sweaty and muscles pumped up, I saw myself in the mirror and I came to the realization: “I’m a jock” “I’m a fucking jock” I guess I always have been one, but now, thanks to Fran, I’m accepting it and embracing it.

This chain make me walk proud. Makes me look at the eyes of the people that stare at me in the street and let them know with a smirk how fucking proud I am to be a jock. I work on my body, I lust muscles, I wear jockstraps, I eat 6 times per day and I take supplements, I choose to submit to a Master knowing that he will make me stronger. And yes, I get turn on for all that.

I am a jock... a Jocktoy... and I fucking love it.

-Arturo

@ozalpha @jockbros @jockstrapstuds @brounderconstruction @rievous @justadumbjock @jockintraining @becumbigdumbjockboi @alpha-jock-boy @meathead1997

Day 2 of a real Extreme Jocktoy Week

Is just the second day and I’m horny as fuck. Is the jock, tha chain, the lock, and the torture idea of knowing that I can’t cum. But I have to say that my Sir was right, all that frustration helped me to workout harder and wilder at the gym.

Today was arm day and I destroyed my biceps and triceps. But before that... I worked at home all day wearing my chain. I even had a webcam meeting and I did not take it off. I just put it under my shirt and try not to move so much so it doesn’t make noice. Oh the noice. Every time this chain rattle remembers me that I have a Master. Later I went to the store. People did not really noticed, until I got to the cashier. He was a young boy, he looked at my chain and said: hard core. I smiled.

I have to say that it felt wierd take it off at the gym. But it would have been impossible workout with this thing around my neck. I put it back immediately after I took my shower at the gym.

Edging before the gym has been hard, but I’m sure would be impossible after the gym. I got out of there even more hornier, if that is possible.

Now I’m here, at my bed, wearing just my jock and chain, writing this post as I have been instructed. I know soon I will use the key and take the chain off so I can go sleep... but I really don’t want to do it.

-Arturo

@brounderconstruction @ozalpha @rievous @justadumbjock @jockintraining @meathead1997

Day 1 of a real Extream Jocktoy Week.

Today I started an Extream Jocktoy Week as Fran has called it. Why? Because he told me to do it, and I answer: Sir, Yes, Sir!

This are basically his instructions:

1.- Wear that chain and lock around my neck ALL the time. I just alowed to take it off to workout and sleep.

2.- Use only the common shower at the gym to take a shower. No shower at home.

3.- Everyday, before go to the gym, I have to edge for about an hour.

4.- Wear ALL the time the same jock. I just can take it off when I’m edging so I can sniffing it while I stroke.

5.- NO cum.

6.- Write about this week everyday in Tumblr.

The chain and lock smell like oil and metal. Is a manly essence. And I love to feel the cold and heavyness of them on my neck and chest.

This week will be hellI, but will be a fun one too. I will make Sir proud. Did I mention that I have to do all this while he is away? But I have all you as witnesses of my journey in the Extreme Jocktoy Week.

-Arturo

@becumbigdumbjockboi @jockintraining

@meathead1997

(A true story)

I was washing my car the other day. My wife came out and she stared at me for a couple minutes. I did not say anything. I just let her watch. But finally she said, “You look good. Different. I don’t know what is it, but is good. It’s not just your body, it’s something else. More... sexy. You look good” and then she went inside the house again a little bit confused.

I smiled. I smiled because I know what is it. Is my Master. I have a Master that talk with me and make me feel like a fucking bull. A Master that give me orders and everytine I obey I feel unstoppable. I submitted to him, and that made me found my place. I feel complete. He is not just sculping my body, he is increasing my selfsteam and transforming me in a fucking muscle sexual beast. But my wife doesn’t know all that... she is just enjoying the results of the work of my Master on me.

-Arturo

When was the first time you realized what you were becoming? Was it the first time you flipped your baseball cap around without thinking about it? The first time you took scissors to the sleeves of all your t-shirts and turned them into muscle shirts for the gym? Was it when you went to go get dressed one morning and you realized all you had to wear was sports gear and gym clothes?

How about the first time you drove to the gym at 1 AM, when you were the only one there, because you couldn’t get to sleep without feeling the pump in your muscles? Or when you started slamming back protein shakes before and after every meal, or when you threw out all the junk food in your pantry and replaced it with expensive supplements and protein bars?

Was it last weekend, when instead of your usual morning news shows, you realized you had a football game on in the background as you were doing your meal prep for the week? Was it this morning when you realized your gym playlist had become mostly hip hop and hard rock instead of your usual dance and pop music tracks?

Think about it. When was the first time you realized that you were becoming a jock? Or have you even realized it yet?

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

Men are meant to bond over training. 

“What’s happened to me?”

When you started lifting those weights, and working out, nothing much seemed to happen. Sure, you felt better afterwards, but no new muscles seemed to be forming. You started to wonder what the point was. But you stayed with it because your friends told you to, or because I told you to. 

And now you’ve reached “discovery day.” 

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the bathroom mirror as you step into the shower, and it’s a little bit of a shock. Now you’re obviously more fit than you were when you started. WTF? When you think about it, you realize you’ve become much more into sports as well. 

Later that day, you look at some of the things you wrote before beginning your quest, and it’s clear that your writing style is a lot different now. But the real eye-opener comes when you take a selfie and compare it with a photo of you from the Time Before. You present yourself differently now; your confidence shines through even in a still photo. What’s happened to you? 

You’re one of us now, bro. Welcome.

Your Surrender

Let’s set the stage, help you envision the scene.

You feel yourself squirming a little lately, spiritually speaking.  It’s not ideal.  The town in which you live is small enough that your past washes up on the shores of the present every day, a little bit.  You used to have a little too much fun with drugs and alcohol.  Maybe you were a little too outgoing.  Maybe you’re a different person now, slightly, but your ghost hangs around and haunts you.

You’re not proud of your past.  In fact, you’re a future-forward kind of guy.  You have a nostalgia for a past you’ve never lived.  You reason that if you had a different past - different actions, different environments, different habits - you’d be inhabiting a different present.  You’d be a different person.

When you sigh, it’s a big, gusty thing that seems to sweep out the darkest corners of your body.  The time has come and gone to do something about it.  So you move, at his instruction.  Your ears bend to his words, and your brain concedes control to your dick.  He makes you so hard, the way he talks to you.  Your interests parallel.  You have long, engaging conversations that verge on intellectual, sometimes, about the nature of transformation and what you truly want from life.  As the months roll, you grow closer and closer to him.  You talk to him on the phone three, four times a day.  You don’t always remember everything, but you know that he has some kind of power, some kind of power over you, and you thrill to it.

You obey the call.  You surrender, and you do it, for the first time, without hesitation.  He’s just … different, somehow.  He resonates.

Like many, you made a New Year’s Resolution.  You’re a Resolutioner.  You’re part of that dreaded herd that swarms the gyms on 2 January, at least on the surface level.  As February comes and goes, March swirls angrily by and leaves April shuddering in its wake.  The warmth seeps up from below.  You feel the world changing around you, and its voice is inviting you to do the same.  Change.  Evolve.  The whispers in the wind are seductive, beguiling.  They seep in through the bedroom’s open window as you lay there, waking.

And it’s that time of the year, too.  The winter’s lacquer of snow & ice has finally shattered, and the sun strobes strongly through more hours of the day.  When you wake up in the morning, the outside world is airily infiltrating your bedroom through the open window.  Instead of groping through a charcoal void, your skin prickling with cold, your eyes snap open and your mouth curves into a satisfied, relaxed smile.  You test your muscles with a stretch, hearing the joints pop and the sinews sing against the bone.  

You do not lay in bed alone.  His voice is there, too.  And his body, his hands.  He slaps your up-turned ass - hard - and says quietly, “Mine.”  And it’s a joke, but it’s not a joke, too.  “Gym time, boy,” he says, and you know it’s true.  When he speaks, it’s invariable, immutable, fixed.  There’s a certain iron cast to the words - when he wants there to be - and they crash down like a portcullis.  It’s gym time.

You’ve taken to the routine.  You’ve always been a creature of habit.  Conscientious to a fault, perhaps just a little too neat.  You like things just so, but sometimes fret over the idiot details.  He’s helping you with this.  It’s kind of him.  He’s helping you to unwind the invisible wires around your brain - to be less conscious of every single thing around you.  Or, if not less conscious, to be a little more dismissive of the idiot details.  He’s teaching you how to paint with broad strokes, rather than scribbling in the margins with a fine-tip pen.  This appeals to you.  Your stride gets longer.  Your eyes fix on objects in the distance.

Especially muscles.  Your eyes are drawn to them.  Now that you live in the Big City, you take long walks when you could take the subway, just so you can see more.  Now that the days are warmer and less insulation is required, you can see the results of the efforts of the guys around you.  How they adorn their work with swirls of black ink, or how they wear their favorite brands.  How they hide their eyes behind mirrored shades.  And when you see them, you start to follow them.  It’s not unnatural - just a guy walking behind a guy for a little while.  It’s a big city.  No one notices.  And the entire time, you feel this sharp, twisting pang in your deepness, and you feel yourself shifting in your shorts.  Your basketball shorts, the ones that he picked out for you that morning.  You haven’t chosen your own clothing now in months, and it hasn’t really occurred to you - but that’s just one of those idiot details that isn’t necessary for you to focus on.  The second you even consider it, it’s gone, like ash tumbling through the air.

You’ve become quietly covetous.  The first place your eyes fall when you see another guy is the place on their bicep where the sleeve falls.  Even better if the entire peak is displayed, from the small cannonball of the deltoid down to the olecranon of the elbow.  Next, if available, the etched diamond of the calf muscle.  Even better if the shorts fall just above the kneecap, displaying the firm teardrop of the vastus medialis.

And you see?  In your covetousness, you’ve eagerly sought out the information necessary.  What these muscles are called.  How to name them.  The deltoids.  The biceps.  The biceps femoris.  The quadriceps.  The abdominals, the serratus.  The pectorals.  You’ve become a student of the male body - and your major is the muscles.  You hungrily seek out this information.  Again, you’d stop to ask why, but that’s just one of those idiot details.  Your broad strokes of thought boldly wash out those hesitant, pencil-like scrawlings.  

Your conversation shifts, too.  Your remarks, even just the little off-cuff remarks you make to co-workers, are about your newfound interest.  You might even tentatively complain a little, about your sore quads, or how your pecs feel so full, but so tight, since yesterday was chest day, bro.

Let’s take a break.  You have the tableau, you see the players.  One of those players is, in fact, you.  Big picture.  And the other, well, he’s grinning just out of the corner of your eye, when you lay together, spent & exhausted on the bedspread.  You might even be covered in cum, but you’re laughing, a big gusty sound that originates from down in your chest - actually, come to think of it, where most of your sound comes from these days.  You’ve been feeling yourself expanding, somehow.  Slowly, but surely.

Is this magic?

You tell me.

You’re lying there, next to him.  You play your hands over the contours of his muscles.  He loves it when you knead into his rhomboids, his lats.  You’re kept in a slight state of astonishment whenever you see his chest.  He likes it that way.  Flexes for you, with his eyes and grin fixed on yours.  Later, he’ll cinch the measuring tape around your waist, around your chest, tug it tight around your bicep.  And you’ll flex, and you’ll laugh.  Because you know that number is gonna get higher, and higher, just as maybe your IQ number might be getting a little lower.

Somewhere inside of your skull, that little scratching sound, that pencil cribbing in the margins, is worrying over that detail.  You can hear it, but just like living in the Big City, there’s always some kind of noise, some kind of static.  As easily as a gnat at your ear, you whisk it away with an absent-minded dismissal.  Because

“Gym time, boy.”  And the seriousness of his words expand in the air, creating an invisible push at the small of your back.  You go together, and he observes, and he watches.  He corrects your form.  Sometimes you spot one another on the bench.  You workout until you both shake with effort and hunger.  And probably a little from that bomb-ass pre-workout, too.  Damn, does that shit fizz in the veins.  And it makes the veins pop, too!  You love marvelling at the way your veins pop out against your growing bicep.  You love the comments people give, those commonplace “Wow!  You’ve been working out, huh?”  

“Sure,” you grunt in modest reply, and flex, perhaps a little conspiratorially, like you’re sharing a secret with this awed co-worker.  And one day, you might notice out of the corner of your eye, this guy that’s kinda been following you for a block or two.  

Full circle, bro.  You might be just aware of the eyes prickling against your skin.  The way your shorts and Chicago Bulls jersey fall on your frame.  You’ve long since ditched the glasses, and you sport shades now - mirrored ones, like aviators.  Just like everything else you’re wearing, he picked it out.

At the crosswalk, the little orange hand turns solid and you come to a stop.  You are tired from your workout, but not too tired to stretch, turning that stretch into a surreptitious flex.  You might even lower your shades and wink at the guy you feel gaping at you, trying successfully to blend into the crowd of other normal people.  How badly you want to warn him - no, not warm him, haha, what the hell would you be warning the little dude about?  More like, you wanna turn around and be like BRO, JUST LIFT and see the reality registering in his eyes, see him start to change too.  See him start to expand, see his chin lift, see the ink - just like yours, big tribals, so much depth, you could stare for hours - just materialize on his skin.

And maybe he does.  Maybe that poor, shrimpy onlooker with more weight in his skull than muscles on his bones feels that subtle, shifting wind.  Maybe he, too, inhales - inhales deeper than he ever has before, scours out the basement of his body with his breath, and lets it out in a huge, gusty exorcism.  Maybe he turns the corner and puts pen to paper at the front counter, and finds himself waking up in the morning with new ideas, thoughts, plans, goals.  

Maybe you’re contagious.  That thought makes you laugh - it’s really more a guffaw, now, this deep sort of chuckle that makes you sound a little bone-headed.  Like maybe lifting is catching, bro.  How sweet would that be?

And the future is still ahead of you, though you don’t pay it much mind.  You follow the street home to him, to his words, to his gaze, to his arms around your body.  To the murmurs you’ll forget as he talks you down, smiling at you the whole time.

It isn’t magic, because there’s no such thing as magic, right?  But it’s close enough to be effective, so maybe it is.  

Anyway, if he told you there was such a thing as magic, you’d believe him.

You’d believe anything.

Today’s workout, Arturo? 😈

Sir, Yes, Sir!!! I’m up to the challenge!

-Arturo

Round 1

20 pushups 20 sit ups 20 squat with 50 kg 20 pull ups

Round 2 40 pushups 40 sit ups 30 squat with 40 kg 25 pull ups

Round 3 60 pushups 60 situps 35 squat with 35 kg 25 pull ups

Round 4 80 push ups 80 sit ups 30 squat with 30 kg 25 pull ups Round 5 100 push ups 100 sit ups 20 squat with 50 kg 30 pull ups Rest between round 2 min max  If you can finish the forced workout you have a punishment, after 15 minutes of rest:

250 Sit ups no stop 250 push ups with 2 stop it’s too hard for you?

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The Cage

Arturo saw the cage´s door open. Part of him did not want to go inside, but the other part knew was the best idea. That duality always fighting. No winner, no loser, just an inner fight. He looked at the cage and then to Fran again.

"Come on, go inside, you have to do it," said Fran with a calm voice.

Arturo knew he was right and stepped inside.

Fran closed to door behind him and put the double chain and lock. Arturo´s breathing started to go faster. Maybe it was a bad idea after all. Panic incressed. Arturo grabs the bars with both hands and shakes them.

"Fran, let me out. I don't want to be here. Open de door... open it!"

"Arturo, look at me. Calm down, breath. Breath. You HAVE to be there. Soon everything will be over. Tomorrow the sun will rise and you, and everybody else will be fine. Ok?"

Fran´s voice calmed Arturo down. Breath. He sat on the floor and waited. In a couple minutes the moon would be on the zenith and it will start.

Fran sat in a chair at a fair distance from the cage and waited too. Any of them talked.

Fran almost fell to sleep when Arturo suddenly started groaning. Fran got on his feet and look at Arturo. This part was fascinating for Fran. Arturo was laying on the floor. His body was shaking and drops of sweat cover his face. The groaning became louder and louder. Pain and anger. His fists hit the floor. He got in his knees, and after that, struggling, he managed to get in his feet. Then the bones cracked. One single loud crack and Arturo was now 8.5 feet tall. Fran, almost under a hypnosis, walked towards the cage. Fran had seen that transformation dozens of times but always was captivating to see such power comes to life. Arturo grabbed the bars to the cage to enduring the pain and stay standing.

"Now the muscles" whispered Fran to nobody.

Arturo´s muscles started to move like something was under them. And they grow, and grow, and grow. His new body ripped his clothe off in pieces. In front of Fran was Arturo, but was not Arturo anymore, now was a muscled beast. Pure fury and primal instinct. Arturo now was the Bull, as Frans liked to call it. And for the last months, Frans was trying to tame that bull...

Finally, the transformation was complete and the Bull stood proud and powerful. He looked around him. The cage. Then he became aware of Frans presence. In a fast movement, the Bull extended his enormous arms thru the bars trying to grab Fran´s neck. Fran jumped back just in time to escape from his fists.

"Easy, easy... you are not going to kill me that fast, you monster," Said Fran in a playful way.

Fran looked at the Bull´s eyes. Was intimidating, but not to Fran, not anymore. And with an authoritative voice, he told him "Step back from the door"

The Bull did not move.

"Step back!!"

The Bull groaned and start shaking the cage. Looked like the cage and the whole cabin would colaps, but Fran quickly learned from the first nights so now he was sure that everything will contain the monster.

"Alright. Fuck you" Said Fran and walked away from the room. For a couple minutes Fran stayed in the other room listing the Bull groaning and roaring. For one moment he thought the Bull will break the chain, but everything stayed still. When finally the Bull calmed down, Fran got back in front of him and looking him to the eyes.

"Calm down. Calm down. I'm your Sir. Do you understand? We have been thru this... I´m-Your-Sir."

The Bull looked at Fran and did not move.

"I'm going to open the door. Do you understand? And you will control yourself. I WILL control you."

The Bull did not move. Just his pecs when up and down while he filled his lungs with air. That was the reason Fran came up with the name of Bull.

Fran took the key and opened the lock. Slowly he took the chain of the door. This is it, though Fran. And then he opened the door.

The Bull growl like never before and when to attack Fran. But Fran did not move. He stared into his eyes and commanded. "Stop!!"

And the Bull did.

They have one second looking at each other's eyes... but with that second everything falls in his place. Everyone knew from now on his place.

"Good boy," said Fran. "Now get in your knees"

The Bull did.

Fran grabs the same chain and lock that he used in the cage´s door and put then around the Bulls neck.

Fran contemplated the muscled beast that he had in his knees in front of him. That powerful Bull, tamed by him. "I did it," Said Fran. "I fucking did it" The Bull was his, he owned his personal beastly musclegod.

"Now, let's have some fun," Said Fran to his toy and smiled.

Always wrestle. Wrestle stronger guys than you. That will make YOU stronger, you will learn to endure pain, and you will discover that there is a thin line between pain and pleasure.

-Arturo

Why I go to the gym twice a day!

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!!

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.

I can’t wait to start training Arturo this way! This is what pure manliness is about. Fighting spirit, male brotherhood. What’s there to dislike??

-Fran

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It is clearly a first step, but it is the military difficult. One year ago, I was still thinking about being muscular. Now I’m completely addicted, I went to be huge, freakingly huge, I want to scare people, I want to have little worshipper bitches begging for a really hard pounding…

Next step is coming…

#feedMeLikeAMonster #juiceMeUp