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My Thoughts on Muscle Growth

I want to be big. Huge. I want to transform my body into a fantasy. Giant muscles, over-proportioned. Pleasing men with how perfect and huge and unreal I will be. Huge pecs, huge butt, huge legs, huge back, huge shoulders. I love everything that makes me feel less and less normal as I grow. I want it to be difficult to find clothes that fit. I want to be so huge it’s difficult to get dressed, so huge that I will breathe heavily with every big step I take. Doors and seats will be too small for me. Being huge and submissive is what gives me  confidence- it is my purpose. By getting huge I feel more submissive, more immobile and reliant, more of a slave to my addiction of constantly training to gain muscle. I want anyone who looks at me to know I’m a musclefreak trophyboy.                                                

Let the words sink in

#TheDapperExecutive

Hey Arturo! @lookintomyeyesboy and @brounderconstruction wrote a post for you.

-Fran

I understand that need. Obey just feels right, like there is where I belong. Now my muscle body, all those workouts have a purpose, sirve to my Sir. And the bigger I get, the most alpha monster fucking manly muscular beast I get... the most I want to be control/use for my Sir. Fuck, I guess he really own me. -Arturo

The body is just a plaything of the mind.

No matter how big and powerful the body is, the mind is the one in charge, and if you control the mind you control everything. 

My Master is a small dude. I could break him in half with one hand. But he controls me and there is no way I could resist him, because he owns my mind.

“Get naked” he says, and I obey. There is no doubt in my mind who is the stronger man here, and it’s not me.

I am a slave. I exist to obey and serve. When I fuck him or when he fucks me, it’s just him, using my body for his pleasure the way he wants, and it’s his right to take me and my privilege to serve him.

I open my pants and take them down, ready for sex.

The body is just a plaything of the mind and  my mind is a plaything of his, so I am a plaything for his will, to take and use how he wants to.

I don’t know what he will do with me right now and I don’t care. What matters is that he will get to be served, and that I have a chance to be his slave, his servant, his fuck toy.

His plaything.

men are allowed to be so mediocre it’s insulting on the deepest level

So proud of his own big, flexed biceps

There’s nothing like finally embracing your manliness and bonding with other bros. Stop holding back so much. Embrace who you are, embrace your potential. Surrender to the pack, become one with us. Flex,

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……

Curious to see how did pans out. Anyone of you out there also committing to this? @alphatitantrainee?

Welcome Message From Undie Trainer

Greetings Trainees!

I’m excited to begin our second season of Undie Training together. I hope you also share my enthusiasm. This season, I’m planning on improving upon season 1 but keeping the foundational elements the same. So we will still be guided by our three foci: Physical Fitness, Personal Wellness and Undie Appreciation.

For those of you who are new this season and a refresher for those returning, each week a new Blueprint is posted (follow @undie-trainer and follow the hashtag “#ut blueprint” to find the latest blueprint in your tumblr feed). Each Blueprint provides at least 3 missions to complete that week; one in each focus area. Blueprints are designed to be readable in 5mins, but are typically quite information heavy. Thus, it is advisable to refer back to the Blueprint often throughout the week, or reblog the Blueprint for easy reference. While I highly encourage the Trainees complete all portions of Blueprints, Trainees may decide to follow 1, 2, or all 3 foci depending on personal choice, preference, interest and/or situation.

This season the documentation section of past Blueprints is going away. Instead, trainees should document their personal progress in a tumblr blog, either their main page or a separate journal blog. Blueprints will suggest what information to document. All posts related to Undie Training should be tagged with “#undie training” for simple retrieval and reference in the future. It is also appreciated to send @undie-trainer the post via direct message, this helps to craft upcoming training to the current needs of the Brotherhood. I’ll also be periodically highlighting trainees who are showing great dedication. Submissions are still welcome and appreciated via the Undie Training submissions link at the top of the blog.

For your convenience, I will be developing a season 2 training post index. The index will be powered by hashtags. The hashtags in a post will tell you all or some of the following information: the date of the post, Blueprint name, foci, topic, muscle zone, undies style, and/or type of post. All posts will include “#undie training” and “#ut2”.

In season 1, I introduced the idea of an Undie Training Brotherhood. This season I would like to see the Brotherhood grow both in numbers as well as fellowship. So I will be introducing the option to sign up for an Undie Training Brotherhood Training Bud (UTBTB or Bud for short). Those interested in being and being assigned a Bud will be matched up, message me of your interest. My goal will be to match up Trainees with similar interests in similar time zones so the Buds can message each other with questions, offer encouragement and provide support. More details will be forthcoming.

As members of the Undie Training program, I am trusting each of you to try your hardest. Some days will be better than others, but training consistently even on bad or busy days is important. I am also asking that Undie Training Trainees reblog, like and/or comment on Undie Training posts. This is the number one way we will increase the size of our Brotherhood. So please remember to reblog and tag Undie Training related posts with “#undie training”.

To prepare for the opening of season 2 on Thursday, I’ll be posting information the next few days. Here is that schedule:

Tuesday: Equipment List (required and optional/suggested) and Basic Training Schedule

Wednesday: Training Operations and Rules plus Hashtag search index

Thursday: Season 2 Premier Blueprint

Thursday Night (9:30 to 10:30pm eastern): Opening Day Welcome Night - submit asks that I’ll be answering (tips for training, general/specific questions, whatever that is respectful)

This upcoming season holds great promise for all of us. Together we will better ourselves as we train each day. A habit takes 21days to form, but a lifestyle change takes a minimum of 90day. So don’t give up, stick with it…you’ll thank yourself.

Reach out to me via private message or ask a public question if you need assistance.

Good Luck and Keep Training,

Undie Trainer

@undie-Trainer | June 11, 2018

On my way now. Leg day. What are you gonna work out today, jocktoys? -Fran

Go to them gym right now, and reblog this to remind others.

Even if it’s only for 15 minuets, that is 15 minuets you wouldn’t have had

I’m at the office working. People talk to me. I smile. We keep working. Is just another day. But nobody knows that I’m wearing a jock. Nobody knows that I have a Sir and I’m his jocktoy. I keep working. But I’m thinking about being tied up and my Sir milking me. His fist on my cock. People talk to me. I smile. Nobody knows. -Arturo

Hey there Bro. I am currently looking for a Big Bro to help me to my Bro status. Any tips bruh?

First thing’s first. Start hitting the gym, dressing like a bro, and acting like one. Tanks, gym shorts, backwards caps. Otherwise, how’s your soon to be Big Bro gonna know you’re looking to be a bro. Once you’re started, you’ll start making bro friends and your new big bro will start taking over your life. Picking out your clothes, making sure you talk like a bro, controlling your workouts and diet. 

By the time you realize he’s truly made you into his lil bro, you won’t even recognize yourself. Nor will you be able to imagine a better life than being his muscled up lil bro.

They may look different. They may be different age. They may be from different country. But at the end both of them are bros, two muscle guys sharing a connection. One is his Sir and the other one is his Jocktoy. Which one is who? Sometimes don’t even matter.

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

May 6, 2018. Forced Workout.

8am, Sunday morning.

The stakes are getting high. You have an upcoming race, Arturo. And I am sculpting your body into that of a magnificently virile soldier, a Spartan ready to dominate the competition, dominate those other males. You have it in you. The strength to meet my expectations. To become what you are meant to be. There is nothing you want more than to become what I envision. To let your primal side take over. To let the testosterone course through your body and turn into a beast. My beast. Nothing you want more than to become mine.

 Reading this, your cock already twitches.

 Fuck, you’re already horny, aren’t you?

Good boy.

 We have been talking about today’s workout for a while. Planned it carefully. You are ready to follow my lead. You know this will be hard. Torture, almost. But there is nothing you cannot overcome soldier when your alpha guides you. Follow. Obey. Grow. This is your mantra, now.

 Prove it to me.

 Get yourself hard, jocktoy.

 This is my first instruction.

Do not skip ahead, soldier. Follow the instructions as you read them.

 Hard, yet?

 Then thug on your balls. Pull on your cock.

If you are clothed, get naked.

 Squeeze your balls.

Feel the blood fill it even more. Making it more sensitive.

Bigger in your hands.

Look at your snake coming alive.

Flex your cock. Tighten the muscles.

Hold for four seconds.

Release.

Repeat.

Match your breathing to the tightening, holding, and releasing.

Yes.

Repeat.

You are a male, soldier. A fucking beast sculpted out of pure testosterone.

Be proud of that cock coming alive in your hands.

Tighten.

Hold.

Release.

 Twenty more times.

 You starting to feel it, soldier? How powerful your cock makes you!

 Show me. Grunt.

Louder, pussy.

Let me hear that deep, primal grunt.

 Tighten.

Hold.

Release.

 Again.

 Fuck yeah!

 Reach out for the peppermint essential oil.

I’m gonna share a secret with you, soldier.

A secret that will force you to keep focused on your balls throughout the training.

 In the palm of your hand, release two drops.

Rub your hands together a couple of times.

Smells nice, right?

Imagine when that smell will mix with your musk, later on.

Overpowering your nostrils. Making you high on your own fucking manly scent.

 Now rub your hands on your balls.

You don’t want the oil directly on there (not yet, anyway).

Indirectly, having rubbed your hands and then your balls is fine.

 You’ll start feeling it in no time.

It will surprise you.

It might get your heart racing as you wonder if you did the right thing listening to the instructions.

Trust me. Endure the pain. To become the beast you want to be, to prove yourself worthy, you already endure pain in the gym. I know you can do it.

  Text me on Kik to tell me you’re starting the next phase.

As the warmth of the peppermint settles in, go to www.edgemeplease.com

You know the website. We’ve been using it.

Make sure our app to call each other is on. I might call you while you are edging.

Not to chat. Just to make sure you are grunting like the fucking animal you are.

 Settings: Hard; Not cumming.

It’ll be easy on you: you have to do it for 30 minutes.

 I might listen in. So you better take this seriously cause I wanna hear some grunting and rapid breathing, soldier.

 As you follow the instruction on the screen, focus on the idea of you being tied and being milked by your fellow brohs. Members of the pack who admire your body. Who lust after your rapid growth. Who want you so fucking bad. You are my second-in-command. And yet these guys are bigger than you. But your growth is fast. Wrap your fist tight around your cock and make me proud. Make them envious. Admiring.

 And focus on the burning sensation on your balls.

If it recedes too much, add a drop of peppermint oil. Rubbing your hands together first and then rubbing your balls.

  Do not continue reading until you are done with the edging.

 …

…

…

 Warm up for what is to come.

Do 50 jumping jacks. Followed by high knee running in place for 30 seconds.

Repeat.

 The heart should start pumping.

The leg muscles should start awakening.

 Good. Cause you are headed out for a run soon.

 But first… remember how I asked you to get a 15 pounds kettlebell?

 It’s because you’re up for 10 Turkish get-ups. On each side.

If you haven’t heard of that exercise yet, get ready for a sore ass tomorrow.

Take the time to Youtube it and learn how to do it.

 Remember, 10 on each side.

You’ll be cursing by the end.

But fear not… it’s only the beginning.

 …

…

…

 Now that the Turkish get-ups are over with, you are headed out for a run. Get your gear ready. Including your dirty jock, which you’ll wear. Sniff it well before you put it on. Let your musk set your brain on fire.

 Instructions for the race:

Wear your jock. The musky one.

Every two minutes, get to the ground for 5 push-ups.

Run until you reach the 5k.

You can walk if you must, but you need to do the full three miles today.

Obviously, the more you walk the more push-ups you’ll end up doing.

But I know you’re a strong man, Arturo. A few push-ups won’t get you tired yet, just more pumped, semental. Focus on your strength, soldier. On how fucking good and heavy and full your balls feel. You are my man. My protégé. Be strong. Grit your teeth and push further.

 …

…

…

 Once home after the race:

 Get naked as soon as you get inside the house.

Hydrate well.

Get hard. Hard a fuck, hombre. You were out for a fucking 5k after edging, your balls on fire. And now you’re about to dive deeper into your true manhood.

 For five minutes, take a few ice cubes and run them along your shaft and your balls and your legs. Feel them melt on your hard shaft, on your tired quads. Fuck you are a stud. Getting fucking pumped for your alpha.

 …

…

…

 Now get ready for the next phase.

Apply the peppermint oil as before.

You will do 100 lunges in sets of twenty.

Between each set, you must bring yourself as close to cumming as you can.

When you are certain you cannot jerkoff anymore because you will cum, stop and do twenty lunges.

Repeat until you reach 100 lunges.

 We are finishing with pull-ups.

You have been improving really quickly on that front.

I’m proud of you as fuck.

Your task now is to do pulls-ups until failure. You’re probably getting quite tired at this point. But just think about how fucking pump you’ll be after!

Then jerk off until you can barely hold your seed in.

Repeat.

You are done when you cannot lift yourself up for a single pull-up.

 Congratulations, you have made it through. That is, if you have managed to reach this point without cumming.

 If so, your prize is to decide whether you want to cum for me now or hold your seed in until you get to fuck your wife.

 If you came before it was time, let me know. Expect a punishment.

 When you are done, write an update here so that our fellow bros, fucking meatheads like you, will be inspired and join the pack in turn. Spread your musk. Make their nostrils flare with your manly scent. We gotta grow them too, solider. And there is no better instrument for that than seeing how you are turning into a fucking stallion! Don’t think, just write. Let your cock do the writing. Tell us what a beast you have become, jocktoy.

I woke up and all I knew was that I was tied up. I remember finishing my workout last night and heading at home. The parking lot was empty and dark. I just had the light of the full moon. I got in my car and when I turned the key a song came out of my radio. It was the first time I hear that song but sounded familiar. At the beginning was just instruments but then a voice sang… or talked, I don’t know. And then my eyes closed. But right before I pass out I saw that somebody was siting in the back sit of my car. Now I’m here. Tied up. Blind folding. Naked. And a hand touch my chest. Go down to my abs. Rub my arms and shoulders. Grab my cock with no respect. I feel like and object. The hand start jerking me off. I moan. “What is your name?” I manly voice ask me. “Fuck you!” I answer. The man go faster and harder. It feel so good. “What is your name?!” “Arturo” I answer trembling. “No. What is your name. Don’t think. Just feel and listen my voice. What is your name?” I don’t have idea what he is talking about. But that hand on my cock. That manly voice. It’s like… “My name is…” “What is your name?!!” The voice sound like a thunder in my head. I’m about to cum. My muscles are tight. I’m going crazy. To much pain and pleasure. “My name is…” With the other hand pinch my nipples and I lost it. My mind goes a way. My body surrender. “My name is Solider! I’m Soldier, Sir!!” I shout as my load of cum fall at my abs and chest. And I remember. I am Soldier and that voice is my Sir’s voice. He is training me to become a muscle beast. How did I forget that? Now I feel at home. “Good job. Now you are programmed again. Lest do this again in a month. When we have a full moon again.” “Sir, Yes, Sir!”

We are the #WildMuscleBros.

#ForcedWorkout

#ForcedWorkout 

(A true journal about my yesterday workout) 

“Lock the door and get naked!” 

That was the first instruction that I got from Sir yesterday afternoon. I was tired after working the whole morning, but just reading those words on my phone made my heart pounding. Sir had plans for me. 

I obey and got naked. My clothes at the floor by the front door.

“Get your cock hard”

I touched my self. I pinched my nipples, I stroke my dick... and I thought about pleasure my Sir being obedient. My cock got rock hard in seconds. 

“Now you´ll do 50 pushups. Each time your cock must touch the ground and make you shiver” 

I read on my screen. I did as I had being command. 

“Do it slow. Not fast. Rub your cock well on the floor as you do them”

I did my 50 push ups slowly, feeling my pecs and tris getting swole at each rep. And my cock harder and harder every time I touched the carpet with it. I did them exactly how he asked. Don´t matter if he is watching or not, I would not lie to him. I did each 50 rep perfectly for him. 

“How re you feeling” He asked

“Like an animal” I answered him. 

“How tired are you”

“I´m not” I said the true, suddenly I felt like a could do 1000 more push ups. 

“Hungry?” He wrote, but I know my Sir, he was teasing me already. 

“Yes” I said. 

“Ok. You can eat in 20 minutes IF you manage to follow these instructions exactly...” And he send me a link. 

The true is that I was starving. But I would not eat until he let me. And this is the thing... He is not my “master”, he don´t “own me”. No. Sir care about me, he wants me to grow, to be better, to be a beast in all ways. His instructions are his way to get me where I want to be. That is the reason I follow him. He know the pat. I trust him. So I watch the video. It was an Edging game. 

Before I meet Sir, I never knew about those “games”, but since he introduced me to them I got hook. Now he wanted to do one 20 minutes long. I press play already enjoying it. The instructions are simple: you can jerk off when the video told you to do, and you have to stop when the video told you to do. And you can cum JUST when the video told you to do. But what makes me crazy is the messages that come out at the screen. Messages teasing you, encouraging you or just messing with you. I don´t know why but those messages turn me on. I imagine that is my Sir who is writing them and he can look at me thru the cam of the computer. At the middle of the video, at 10 minutes, Sir ask me to send him and audio and describe how im felling. How I´m feeling? Fuck you! How do you think I´m feeling?! Horny as fuck! But instead of just saying that, I recorded three audios describing the best I could with words my horniness. I play for myself the audios I send him, and listing to my own voice almost made me cum, but I managed to get to the end of the video and cum at the moment I was told. Without thinking I recorded my voice at the moment of the orgasm. And I send it to my Sir, hopping he will be please. 

“Good. Very good. Have you cleaned your cum yet?” Was his response. No having a comment about my audio made me feel a little bit disappointed, but I promised to myself that I would do it better next time.

“Not yet” I answer. 

“Use your jock to clean” I did as he said. 

My jock got totally wet with my cum. I though we were over, but then the next set of instructions appeared on my screen.

“Grab a quick food. Then you will put you jock on. You are going for a 20 minute run with your jock on and shorts or sweatpants. No shirt or tank. At every 1 minute interval you will do 5 burpees. You will come home after and play that video again. Understood, Jocktoy?” 

“Sir, Yes, Sir!”

“You have 90 minutes to eat, run for 20 minutes, 100 burpees and cum again. Have a proof that you´ve cum again by then.” 

I ran to the kitchen, I start eating fast but something light so I don´t puke in the middle of the workout. Then I put my jock on again. It felt dry by then, but oh god, I could smell my cum... and smell so good. No kidding, that made me feel like a beast. It was not me anymore, I was a man turning into an animal. I felt so primal. No shame, no limits, unstoppable. I put my shorts, my tennis shoes and I went out. I felt so proud of me running shirtless. Im not at my best, but I enjoyed to showing off my torso. Some people stared at me, and I smiled to them. They smiled back to me. Every minute down to the floor and 5 burpees. My muscles swelling again. I could feel my pecs getting pump when I ran. But after 10 minutes I felt I was dying. i was not sure to make it thru the end, but then Sir send me a message. 

“Turn, Turn for me Arturo. Be that god I envision. PUSH!” 

That is all I need it. I pushed, I ran, I did more burpees. At the end I made it. I finished and went back to home. I was tired, my whole body drenched in sweat. And so proud of myself. I know that without Sir I would never even think on doing some workout like that. 

“At home” I informed him

“Start the video. GO FUCKING WILD!!!” 

And wild I went. This time was even crazier, more intense. I was already pump. My breath barely on my lungs. My cock sensitive. And I was feeling as a monster. When I cum I groaned loud and freely. I cum on the table and took the pic for my Sir.      

“That`s MY FUCKING MACHO BULL!”

Was his answer. That is all I need it to hear/read. I was so happy and proud. 

After that #ForcedWorkout I felt different in so many ways. Fran, my Sir had done again. He is changing me and Im enjoying the ride. I can´t wait until teh next workout. 

-Arturo/Solider.  

Sir, Yes, Sir!!!

You can recognize an Alpha doesn’t matter where or when. Being and Alpha its actitud, is instinct, it’s primal. You can see them at the gym, at the street or at the office... or even in the mirror. Join our pack and unleash the beast inside you. -Arturo

Everybody has a starting point. The potential is easy to spot. We will grow faster and stronger if we are part of a pack. #JoinUs and reach your full potential. -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

Waiting for the day where Arturo and I can face each other off, proving our worth to each other. -Fran

I’m Arturo, but the name that has been given to me is Soldier. I’m a muscle alpha. I have been working hard in my body and mind. But then I meet Fran. The connection was instantly and undeniable. I discover that he was THE Alpha and my instinct lead me to be part of his pack. Now he push me, teach me, take care of me and challenge me to be the muscle beast that I suppose to be. He is SIR to me and I will follow his orders until the end of the world. Join us. -Arturo