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Growing every day for my Master. That is purpose.

-Arturo

Ready for Master’s inspection.

-Arturo

Your cock connected to your groin. Your groin connected to your body. Your body connected to your mouth. Your mouth connected to my cock.

Your body getting bigger, stronger, harder - like my cock in your mouth. Bigger, stronger, harder. My cock enlarging inside of your hungry mouth. Your mouth becuming connected to it. Your entire body shaking with pleasure as I flex my cock in your hungry mouth. My cock guiding your body’s movement. In sync. Lose yourself in the musk of my crotch. Exist in the moment, solely in the moment. Welcome what your crave. Welcome my cock. Accept my cock. As it accepts you. As it turns you into an extension of my cock. Of my will. You are the beast between my legs. A manly snake. My third leg. Eres mi polla. Eres mi verga. I grab your head like I would grab my cock to masturbate. And you drool as I leak in your mouth. Your saliva and my precum are one. Your mouth and cock are one.

And when I come inside of you, my cum travels through you. And you cum at the end of your cock. Because all of you is an extension of my cock.

You are my cock. Mi polla. Mi verga.

-Dom Francesco

My first time in a sex shop

My heart was racing. It was hard to concentrate on driving while my mind was thinking about what I was about to do. My first time in a sex shop. I was going because my owner told me to get a butt plug, and because I’m an obedient muscle sex slave y was about to do it. Maybe for most of you going to a sex shop is not a big deal, but it was for me and was excited.

I arrived at the place. I parked right in front.  A lot of neon lights welcomed me. I did not stay in the car longer. I jumped out of my car, and enter the store. Honestly, I don’t know what was I expecting but It was brighter than I thought. Four employees were chatting happily close to the cash register: two guys and two girls.

“Hello, welcome to Galaxy” told one of the girls.

“Thank you,” I said, and I started to look around.

There were a lot of things that I only saw in the movies before. Whips, flashlights, all kinds of dildos, big, extra big, and huge! Lubricants, vibrators, and things that I have no idea what was for it. Despite my best efforts, I’m sure I looked lost because one of the employees, the same one that welcomed me came to my rescue.

“Do you need help? Something in specific that you are looking for?”

There was no point in pretending.

“The truth is that I’m new in all this” I confessed. “And I’m looking for… a butt plug?”

“Yes,” She said immediately “We have them over here”

She walked to one side of the store and I followed her.

“From here to the cock pumps are the butt plugs. Look around, see if there is something you like, and tell me if you have any questions” And she leaves me alone in front of all those butt plugs.

It was overwhelming. I had no idea that would be so many different. But at the same time, I felt so powerful and manly looking at those butt plugs. I was being obedient, I was doing what I was commanded, and despite my nervousness, I was there and that made me feel fucking awesome.

I’m pretty sure I looked more confused than before because now another employee, a guy this time, came to offer help.

“I’m new in all this,” I said again, “so I’m looking for something for beginners, but my (owner, master, sir) friend has this fantasy of my using the plug through the day, so need to be safe,” I explained.

The employee pointed me to two different ones that could work and even told me that I could take pics and send them to my “friend” and see if he liked them. And he left. At that moment I realized that I was in another world—a world where I could say out loud my kinky fantasies. I felt a sensation of freedom.

After a few more minutes I finally choose one. THE one. The one that I will take home and will be up in my butt.

I went to the cashier; he looked at the product and asked me if I also wanted some lubricant.

“Do I?” I ask.

The cashier smiled at me and took me now to another wall with a lot of lubricants. Sizes, brands, colors, even flavors… I give up.

“Which one is the best one?” I asked

He took one and put it on my hand. “That one,” He said.

“O.k. I will take this one too!” I said happily.

For some reason, it felt good to be the new guy, the one who doesn’t know but is learning, and if something I’m good at is in learning new stuff.

I paid, and I left the store like a kid with new candies.

Immediately I sent a pic to my Master feeling proud as fuck. Now you are wondering how it felt using the butt plug for the first time… well, that is another story.            

Morning coffee

Early morning. All is quiet. You’ve slipped out of bed to start making the coffee. You smile, thinking how nice it’ll smell when I finally wake up. You already imagine walking back to my bedroom, two cups of coffee in hand. Lost in thoughts, you gasp as hands come from behind to caress your hands. You moan softly, but don’t look bad, don’t say a word. You haven’t been given permission to speak yet. The hands continue to explore your body, the manhandling picking up in strength. You stare at the coffee machine, as your breathing accelerates. You feel controlled. Objectified. The sound of the dripping coffee and your hushed moans break the morning silence. The breath on your neck is warm. Manly. You imagine the breath’s caress melting your whole swole body. Melting into a giant erection. You are a large penis, and hands over your body make shiver with lust. Thus abandoning yourself, you feel one hand covering your mouth, pressing a finger so you can do what you do so well: suck. You feel the other hand forcing you to bend. Instinctually, you spread your ass and grab the kitchen counter. You feel a warm cock press at the entrance of your most intimate hole. You let the cock push forward, enter you. Wondering, for a brief moment, if you could deny entrance. Your mancunt is forced wide open as the cock pushes deeper in. And a rhythm is found: with each hump, you fall deeper into your daydreaming. Your cock leaking as you enjoy being forcefully taken. The coffee machine is almost done. You feel the cock moving faster inside of you, inflating further. As if in a race against the coffee machine, you feel the cock erupt in you, exploding and filling you with semen. For a second you black out. When you shake awake, it is because you hear the beep the coffee machine makes to indicate it is time for you to pour the dark liquid in two cups. Confused, you think that your daydreaming is becoming more and more real. You look down and you see all of the precum that has leaked through your cock cage. You smile, amazed that I’ve trained you to leak even without a full erection. You grab the two cups and turn around to head up to my bedroom. You know it won’t be long now before I wake up, and you look forward to my appreciative nod as you’ll extend your arm and offer me a cup of warm coffee with your cutest puppy eyes.It is only once you start going up the stairs that you feel something leak out of you. Warm male seed starts running down your legs as you raise move them to go to the second floor. It dawns on you that maybe you didn’t daydream after all. Maybe, just maybe, you’ve truly just been given a sense of what your OWNER has planned for you today.

A good Owner understands the importance of back day. Uncoached guys generally focus on biceps and maybe pecs and think they’ll feel manlier. They realise how little they actually felt the day they flex the wings their Owner forced them to grow. Flex for me beast, and feel your balls churning. I’ve turned you into the titan I envisioned. Now take flight, son of Hilo, and let me show you off to the world. Let us make them gasp. For this is just the beginning.

All I need is a small shack where we can meet. Where I can keep you. I don’t need tons of space or fancy equipment to force you to grow, to keep you focused on what you most desire: being sculpted into a massive muscle beast. Away from civilization and its demands. You can empty your mind, lean in on me to guide you. You won’t have to worry about anything. Psychological stress isn’t good for your growth. Let me take care of you. You know I know best. I’ve sculpted you so much already. I don’t need tons of pace to continue my work. All you have to do is give into the primal call. To surrender just a little further. When it gets cold, I’ll have you sweat your balls off: burning up your body fat will keep us warm and redraw your silhouette. And when it gets hot, and that will be most of the time, I’ll have you flex and drool. For my inspection. So I know where to take your training next. Yes, that cabin in the woods will do nicely. We’ll learn to share that tiny space. Until I force you to outgrow it.

There’s strength in number. Strength in leaning in on your musclemate to let yourself be transformed. He extends an arm. You know what to do. Get in position. You thought this morning’s workout was over. You feel drained. But He’s seen there’s a few more reps in you. He will pull them out from you, forcing you to surpass yourself. He already commanded you to take your shirt off. It’s been a long time you’ve stopped being ashamed of working out without wearing a top. In the rising heat of the morning, he’s making you sweat. The stink of his pits mixes to yours. You’re starting to pull yourself up, holding on to him. You feel so connected. You belong there, in that moment. Reaching for greatness. Fully accepting of your gift, of his virility and yours. You’re getting stronger, bigger by the day. You smell like a man. Work out like a man. Eat like a man. And are getting hard like one, too.

That too has stopped being a source of embarrassment for you. There was a time where your conditioning had taught you to feel ashamed of your raging hormones. That’s no longer the case. Wear that hard cock proudly before the mate who is sculpting you. It makes you hard to be turned into the muscle god you aspired to be. Flaunt your pride.

And if your Owner decides to start milking you right here and there, as he commands you to hold the position, you’re not gonna complain, beast, will you?

A journey

Has been years since I meet my Sir. I was a different person back then. Now, he has transformed me. He has made me who I should be. I’m his muscle slave and at the same time he has made me more manly and powerful.

I use this jockstraps with pride. They are my uniform. They are my reminder that I’m owned. Fuck, I love it so much.

-Arturo

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

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

-Arturo

24 hours Edging.

As always, the instructions were simple but hard to follow. My Master commanded me to edge for 10 minutes every hour for the next 24 hours and send him a pic as proof. There was just one thing I could say to that: Sir, Yes, Sir!

I was excited at first. Be available to touch myself, make myself hard and edge for 10 minutes it stop... and repeat again after 45 minutes sounded as heaven, but like everything with Fran... pleasure and torture is the same thing.

I started at Friday 9:00 pm. It was easy to get hard. My cock in my hand jerking slow and steady, enjoying every second. 10 minutes felt as 10 seconds. Then my Sir wrote me to stop touching me but my cock stayed hard for longer.

I repeat the same for the next couple hours. 10:00 pm. 11:00 pm. 12:00 pm... and then things started to get complicated.

That day I was awesome since four in the morning, so I had been for 20 hours awake already. I was tired, my eyes barely were open. I set alarms for every hours for the next six hours and felt asleep.

At 1:00 my alarm went off and I started to jerk off. Edging and producing precum. 10 minutes passed by, I send him a pic and went back to sleep. I did the same proses all night long. Sometimes I was already hard when I waked up. Sometimes I don’t even remember taking the pic, but was there. I jerked off and edged no out of lust. I did it because I’m an obedient Jocktoy. My body, mind and cock belong to my Master.

At 6:10 am, after send the pic I finally get up the bed and I made some coffee. I started my normal Saturday day... just with the difference of being naked and jerking off every hour.

As the day went by I was getting more and more horny every time. 45 minutes seemed as very long time to wait. I funded myself unavailable to do anything else... u just wanted to jerk off again. Feel my powerful (and sore now) cock on my hands. I crave to send a new pic to my Master. He wrote me several times during the day checking on me and to be sure I was following his instructions. Of course I was, I’m a good muscle boy.

That day is a blur in my mind. I just can remember the feeling of being an animal. A horny beast that wanted to be used and enjoy sexual pleasure. My cock got so sensitive, my balls so fucking full. The last couple hours my Master signed in Kik and was there with me the whole time. He give me instructions about how to jerk off and how he wanted his pics. I followed everything instruction... happily. I’m so hard right now writing this and reliving that day.

I was a piece of muscle meat. I was a sextoy. I was a muscle bull ready to be milked. I was my Master’s Jocktoy. My mind empty and my cock full. I had never felt so powerful and manly.

The last edge of the day we did it together. My Master and I jerked off at the same time. He told me to shut up and just jerk off while he wrote me encouraging words as we edged together. Master-Salve connected.

At the end he did not allowed me to cum. I did not care... whatever he said goes. We said goodbye. I said Thank you. And I slept deeply.

At the next day I was still tired, sore and very confuse. “What the fuck happened yesterday? It was all real or just a dream?” But then Kik chimed. I look at my phone. Was Fran sending me some of the pics I sending him last day... yep, everything has been real... and I was hard again.

-Arturo

The journey is not even close to end. We are just starting. I will keep growing and transforming my body and mind for my Sir. I have to be a good Soldier.

Everyday I wake up eager to keep pushing myself further. Improve my diet, harder workouts, looking for inspirational pics, dressing like a jock. I have to be a good Soldier.

And now, also, I have the responsibility to be an example for the Pack. Show them the way, be there to support them, challenge them and make them walk thru fire to be transform. I have to be a good Soldier.

Is a Jocktoy life. Everyday. That is my reality and I embrace it... because I am a good Soldier.

My journey continues

Is 2019 and my journey to become Fran’s Jocktoy is still in process. Has been a year and A LOT he has taught me. I had follow (and achieved) dozens of instructions.

I have changed. Physically and mentally. I’m better now.

But is not enough. Now I want more. I had found my place. I’m more powerful when I submit to him. I WANT MORE. Lucky for me, Frans wants more from me too.

As part of my training/evolution/transformation He demand me to cum whitout touching my cock. I dont know if you have tried, but for me was extremely hard. But I had to obey. He is my Sir. So I try. And try. And try. It was frustrating.

Finally one day I took off all my cloth and got in bed. I was determinated to achieve it this time. I touched my muscles, i squeezed my nipples, I grabbed my legs. I thought about my Sir’s voice telling me to do it, to “Fucking cum now!” I imagined myself (as many times) being tied up from hands and feet and Fran owing my cock and milking me.

I let myself go and I started moaning, grunting, breathing deep and faster. My cock was rock hard. My muscles got tense and my back arched. My hands roughly touched all my body but the cock. His voice was deep in my head. Demanding, furious... that masculine voice that talk me knowing that I’m his... and I came. I started to shoot load and load of cum all over my abs. My cock jumping at every shoot. I roared as an animal. Was the most intense orgasm I ever had.

But I had to say that the best pleasure came when Fran told me that he was proud of me to achieved one more of his challenges. I’m also proud of myself 😏

-Arturo

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!

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

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.

 …

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…

 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.

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…

 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.

#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.