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“If I am worth anything now, it is because I am built on the foundations laid for me then, by myself”. Taking the first steps is hard. We salute your journey @bigboysdrinkmilk… and the self-love you are able to show your younger self. Keep inspiring!
Your change is crazy. You looked like such a loser before and now you’re a proper man. So hot dude
I have a strict no-negging policy, because, honestly, sending these kinds of messages is weird as fuck. I’m not sure what you get out of it.
But I want to be clear about something; permanent, long-lasting progress and change is built on the back of loving yourself and loving the process.
The man you see on the left is a different man than I am now, sure. He was 140 pounds soaking wet and couldn’t bench the bar. I could pick him up with one arm, today, easy.
He also made the hard decision to completely change how he eats, how he sleeps, how he spends his free time, he completely evolved how he interacted with the world in pursuit of a passion. He came out as gay in small town and in an incredibly difficult situation, losing friends and family along the way. He struggled to provide for himself through difficult college years and laid down the path for me, now, to be engaged to the love of my life, to be involved daily in my passions and hobbies, to pursue happiness and fulfillment in a city that I love and with people I am proud to surround myself with.
If I am worth anything now, it is because I am built on the foundations laid for me then, by myself and others. The man on the left isn’t a loser, he’s a fighter. The man on the right just happens to be the one that could break you in half for saying shit like this to my face.
FIRST TIME COCK CAGED
Has been years since Fran and I started this journey. Years where we have been building our self, discovering, exploring and learning.
We know our places. He is my Owner and I am his muscle object.
And now, we are reaching a new milestone, finally I have been cock caged. It feels right, it feels the right moment, I’m physically, mentally and emotionally ready. My Master chose the perfect cage for me and I’m so happy to wearing it. I am his. He own me.
He is taking his time to slowly training me to use the cage and feel comfortable with it. He takes care of me like that. But the ultimate goal is soon be caged for 5 weeks.
If you have been following our journey, let me tell you there is still a lot ahead of us. We are not even close to be finishing. Come along with us in this ride. Enjoy (as I am enjoying it so horny all the time)
Still growing for my Master. In case you were wondering…
-Arturo
Another jocktoy aspiring to find his Alpha. Make it happen.
Anyone interested in molding me into their himbo boytoy? If so DM me 😉
Lock and chain
When I arrived to my house I saw a package at my door. That was weird because I know I did not ordered anything recently. I took the package and I went inside.
When I opened i immediately got hard. It was a chain with a lock from my Master.
Almost immediately my Sir texted me and instructed me to put the chain on. Fuck, I felt so sexy wearing it. Feeling the metal against my skin. He told me to wear it all day next day and send him pictures of me wearing it everywhere I go. So I did.
I took pics in my car, at work, in the supermarket, at the street, at home. I felt so manly and owned showing off my new chain and lock. I haven’t cum since I got the chain (I’m not allowed yet) so I have blue balls and a hard erection while I write this. It’s feels good to be somebody’s muscle toy.
-Arturo
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
Do you think any man can become a bro?
Why don’t we turn you into one and you’ll have your answer…
So proud of this primal bro. Let’s grow him much bigger still
4 years ago I was a twinky little bitch, now I'm more than 20 kg heavier & pushing iron like it's nobody's business
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.
Crazy to compare to what that @growing-muscle-nerd muscle pig looked like just a year ago… Incredible progress towards greater manliness.
https://growing-muscle-nerd.tumblr.com/post/659247906530918400/feeling-small-lately-but-i-know-im-still-making
Still growing 💪
Master and slave.
Is more than a relationship, is a way to live. Is trust, growth, is to rely in each other. Being a Master or a Slave is to know your place and be proud.
-Arturo
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.
You’ve got this, lilbro.
Get your ass back where it belongs: in the gym. And get it sweaty.
You’ve built muscle mass in the past, you can do it again and be stronger than ever.
I admit I haven't gotten muscular..it been more fat and called it bulking in the past year..i got addicted to food and less time in the gym. Have also been suffering with insomnia and depression and that has not helped...but im getting on top of that.
Im supposed to be a jock, playing sport not sit and just watch. Need my bros help to keep me in check and motivate me.
You can always comment on my body and keep me in check to help get me to your ideal guy you see in me. Make any comments, positive or negative, I will take it all.
This is why I haven't posted new photos of me in ages for you guys and just reblogging. Do not hold back on your words at all with me, be very vocal in messages, here and in asks.
Thank you in advance for the help brothers
pics are current
Always makes me horny to read of other guys sharing the same path. Soon that’ll be you, @jae-secret. 😈
A bunch of complete strangers recorded and posted some dumb muscle motivation hypnosis mp3s that absolutely did not hypnotize me. I don't even know why I kept listening to them. I have no idea why I work out five or six days a week, why I'm looking forward to the gym all day every day, why I'm starting to resent rest days. Fuck. I just got home from the gym, and I'm already kinda longing to go back. But good boys need rest as much as good boys need to work out, right? Even if my muscles are itching to be used.
The days I feel like crap? I used to use that to justify not going in. Now, I know from experience that no matter how I feel going in, I'm gonna come out of that workout feeling fantastic, with aching muscles and a big shit eating grin on my face. The shittier my day, the more I look forward to my workout. So many wasted bad days that I could have turned into great days!
I'm hovering in front of mirrors for longer and longer. At home, in the gym, hell, in store windows I'm passing. Can't help flexing. It feels so fucking good!
Nowadays, for me, gifs and videos of guys working out in the the gym are hotter than 95% of the porn out there. So I made this Tumblr.
A new beast enters the brotherhood!
This is a defining moment. One you’ll remember, Apollo-in-the-making. Don’t forget to keep pics of today. The first day you stepped into the Arena and became a gladiator. You don’t know how to pose, yet. But take pics. There’s nothing more inebriating than looking back at those old pics and remembering where the journey began. Just know one thing though. We’re not gonna let you stop at an Apollo physique. We’ll sculpt you into something the Gods themselves will leak buckets for. Be ready. It’s a tough journey. But you’ve faced your fears today. This can never, EVER be taken away from you. Many boys spend lifetimes lost in fantasies of growth. But you’ve found your True North. You’ve taken the first step towards unleashing all that raw, primal, masculine energy within you. Don’t hide that erection reading this is giving you. Wear that boner proudly. You’ve earned it. Every step of that journey makes you more man. Bask in the glory.
Welcome!
I’ve been chatting to WildMuscleBros today. Their a… consortium, or pack of masculine, muscular beasts. Simple as that. They’re the type of people I want to follow and learn from. I’ve always wanted to get jacked, get bulking biceps and fat pecs. To look like Apollo - the god of the sun, knowledge and generally jacked dude. But I’ve never set foot into a gym before. Sure, I’ve climbed and swam, but never been to a gym before. Weird right? He reminded me today that my confidence and pretty words of desire can only go so far. That to achieve my goals, I’d need action.
So today I did just that. I went to the gym.
Although Ive lived in my neighbourhood for three years, I had no idea where the closest gym was. But, with Google maps, I found it. The moment I entered the smell hit me. Sweat. It was as if all the oxygen had been deprived from the air and replaced with BO, the old fragrance for real men. My surprise must’ve been obvious as one of the reception people apologised and said that the aircon wasn’t working properly. I wasn’t phased: I liked it as it smelt manly. And then I looked around. Now, to be fair it wasn’t packed with people. But the people were huge. Pulsating muscle, colossal pecs and glistening bodies. Oh and the hair, the tufts of hair peeking out from under armpits and obviously too short tank tops. Ok it sounds great here but I was intimidated to all hell. I’m short and small and I’ve always felt intimidated by people bigger than me. I think it’s called short people syndrome? I digress, I bit my tongue, dug in my shoes, put on my EarPods and made a bee-line for the weights. I wasn’t going to run away cause of some guys. I picked up a pair - 7kgs - and I just started lifting. I did the same routine that I did with my weights at home, but more… I didn’t just do it once, but three times. I really, really enjoyed it. Maybe it was the atmosphere, perhaps the new experience. But I felt full of energy. Then I thought, hell let’s jump on the treadmill. And somehow I spent 30 minutes on that before a much larger - no not muscular - man stood behind me staring at the back of my skull to get the hell off. I was too hot and sweaty to say something. So I got off and moved on. I regret not going off to the benches, as that’s something I really want to learn how to do, but I was tired. And sweaty. Lucky tomorrows another day.
I went to the gym today and I fucking loved it. I know I’m going to keep going back. I’m going to keep going back until it’s an addiction, a lifelong love, something that I can’t give up. Something that I won’t give up.
The phrase “barrister beast” was thrown around when chatting to WildMuscleBros while taking about my goals. To become a masculine, colossal, hulking, sweaty, beast.
But I’m going to go a step further. I’m going to become a barrister beast, for sure, but I’m going to take a page out of Apollo’s book - I’m going to become a god.
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
Putting Arturo through this. He’ll reach 100 pushups for Xmas. My present To both of us.
Wonder if @bigjockbro would be up for the challenge… 😈
Scream, bro. It’s okay, go ahead – scream, and let go.
Let go of that energy that’s been building inside you all morning, that you first felt blooming as if within a dream, just minutes before your alarm clock went off at 5:00 am.
Before the fourth tone of the alarm, the energy had grown until your eyes seemed to snap open and you found your body moving almost of its own accord. A routine, same as every day. Both of us swinging our legs out of bed, standing up and facing each other, making the bed then dropping down to the ground for our 100 morning push-ups.
You used to balk, in the days before you felt the energy inside you, the purpose that guides you, that your bro made clear to you. Couldn’t hardly do a push-up at first, in fact, said that it hurt your wrists.
So we strengthened your wrists. And your core. And your back. And eventually you were able to do 10. And then pretty quickly after that we got you up to 20, then 30, then 40, just because your muscles had learned the proper form. Then it became gradual progress – 45… 52… and still you felt the energy growing, as your big bro took you down again and again, driving home your purpose. Until finally one day you made it.
Since then you’ve felt that same energy every morning, from the time you wake up until the 100th push-up is complete. It’s the only thing that can take the edge off, and you love doing it in unison with me, hearing the smooth exhale with every rep together and sitting in peaceful silence during the rest period, eager to go back for more.
By rep 100 the energy subsides – not gone completely – and for the first time all morning you’re able to think: Breakfast? What’s for breakfast. That’s your job, while big bro pulls together the gear and the plan for the morning’s workout.
This morning you went with a basic chicken omelette, threw in some vegetables, and a dash of hot sauce. You didn’t overthink it – you just went to the refrigerator, and that’s what was there. The food order comes online, and it’s easier to keep the cart mostly the same from week to week.
That’s when the energy starts to build again. It’s off to the gym, and you feel your mind getting swept away, your body just responding, obeying the forces that move it. It builds and builds until after your workout, you come home and all you can think about is release. It’s okay, bro. I understand. So go ahead, scream. If you think it’ll help.
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
Dominance
It’s not about dominance, it’s about know your place. You are the Master; you lead, you push, you create, you own. You are the Slave; you obey, you grow, you transform, you are his.
We are there for each other. We are complete together. And feels right.
-Arturo
Journey Update
Has been a while since I have posted something about my journey with my Master Fran... but I guess is because everything has been great. Hotter. Hornier. Deeper. Wilder.
Journeys are that, a journey. Is movement, evolution, growth. Shouldn’t be the same as the last day. And this journey has made Sir even more my Master and I, his Soldier, has become more his MuscleSlave.
He owns me. I owned me before. But now is deeper. The connection is stronger. I’m chained but not with physical chains (but still some times he ask me to wear it for fun). I don’t consciously submit, now is part of me and who I am.
When he text me I get immediately hard. I never jerk off without his permission. I cum hands free as he likes. I use my jockstrap to go for a run and workout and I never wash it. I’m allow to play with my muscles, nipples and asshole but my cock is his. When I send him pictures I better smile because he likes that. I’m always honest and never lie to him. He likes to use me. He likes to drive me intensely insane making me horny. He likes to have control over my mind and body. He is a real fucking manly alpha. All this and more I have learned and there’s no need anymore for us to talk about all this. We just know.
He has created a safe space for me to explore my sexuality and at the same time he is exploring his. We have gone beyond our old limits and we still discovering sexual pleasures to enjoy. Fuck yes we are!!
In this journey he has give me a lot of names: Jocktoy, Slave, MuscleSlut, Fucker, Cocksucker, Soldier, MusclePet, Arturo... and many more, and I love everyone of them because is the tag he gives me. That My Master give me. And I am all that and many more to discover.
He is rough on me because he knows I can take it. And also he knows when I just need to be petted on the head to make me be calm. He-knows-me.
This journey has bring us closer and closer. Each one knows his place. I know mine and I embrace it.... yes, I’m crazy horny about him.
-Arturo.
He owns you.
That moment when your mind goes empty. You feel, you know, that your control is dripping out of you as you submit once again to him. And feels so fucking good.
He owns you. That is clear. When he talks, when he turns his Master mode on there is nothing you can do. In one moment you can be chatting as two normal bros. But then you see it in his eyes. You notice on his voice. Something has changed. He wants to own you NOW.
You start stutter, you forget what you were saying. You just stare at his eyes. Until in a natural way you put your head down waiting for him to do... whatever he wants. He is your Master. And then here it comes the touch. His hands on you. That touch that you were missing so much. Your muscles tense when he touches you. Your breathing goes deeper and slower but your heart goes at 100 miles per hour. Your brain shuts off and all your animal instincts wake up. You are a beast now. A tamed beast. A muscle beast with an owner that doesn't need chains anymore to control you. He owns your body. He owns your mind. And feels so fucking right.
-Arturo
24 hours Edging.
As always, the instructions were simple but hard to follow. My Master commanded me to edge for 10 minutes every hour for the next 24 hours and send him a pic as proof. There was just one thing I could say to that: Sir, Yes, Sir!
I was excited at first. Be available to touch myself, make myself hard and edge for 10 minutes it stop... and repeat again after 45 minutes sounded as heaven, but like everything with Fran... pleasure and torture is the same thing.
I started at Friday 9:00 pm. It was easy to get hard. My cock in my hand jerking slow and steady, enjoying every second. 10 minutes felt as 10 seconds. Then my Sir wrote me to stop touching me but my cock stayed hard for longer.
I repeat the same for the next couple hours. 10:00 pm. 11:00 pm. 12:00 pm... and then things started to get complicated.
That day I was awesome since four in the morning, so I had been for 20 hours awake already. I was tired, my eyes barely were open. I set alarms for every hours for the next six hours and felt asleep.
At 1:00 my alarm went off and I started to jerk off. Edging and producing precum. 10 minutes passed by, I send him a pic and went back to sleep. I did the same proses all night long. Sometimes I was already hard when I waked up. Sometimes I don’t even remember taking the pic, but was there. I jerked off and edged no out of lust. I did it because I’m an obedient Jocktoy. My body, mind and cock belong to my Master.
At 6:10 am, after send the pic I finally get up the bed and I made some coffee. I started my normal Saturday day... just with the difference of being naked and jerking off every hour.
As the day went by I was getting more and more horny every time. 45 minutes seemed as very long time to wait. I funded myself unavailable to do anything else... u just wanted to jerk off again. Feel my powerful (and sore now) cock on my hands. I crave to send a new pic to my Master. He wrote me several times during the day checking on me and to be sure I was following his instructions. Of course I was, I’m a good muscle boy.
That day is a blur in my mind. I just can remember the feeling of being an animal. A horny beast that wanted to be used and enjoy sexual pleasure. My cock got so sensitive, my balls so fucking full. The last couple hours my Master signed in Kik and was there with me the whole time. He give me instructions about how to jerk off and how he wanted his pics. I followed everything instruction... happily. I’m so hard right now writing this and reliving that day.
I was a piece of muscle meat. I was a sextoy. I was a muscle bull ready to be milked. I was my Master’s Jocktoy. My mind empty and my cock full. I had never felt so powerful and manly.
The last edge of the day we did it together. My Master and I jerked off at the same time. He told me to shut up and just jerk off while he wrote me encouraging words as we edged together. Master-Salve connected.
At the end he did not allowed me to cum. I did not care... whatever he said goes. We said goodbye. I said Thank you. And I slept deeply.
At the next day I was still tired, sore and very confuse. “What the fuck happened yesterday? It was all real or just a dream?” But then Kik chimed. I look at my phone. Was Fran sending me some of the pics I sending him last day... yep, everything has been real... and I was hard again.
-Arturo
This is exactly what it feels like to join the Pack.
Don’t hold back.
Embrace the male you were meant to be.
Take the first step.
We’ll take care of the rest, lilbro.
Alpha Musk (A true story)
I had a shitty morning, and that day I took all my frustrations out lifting hard and grunting on each rep in the gym. Immediately after I went to the store to pick some stuff up. I still was with my sweaty gym clothe and to be honest I was still a little bit mad.
Inside the store I was walking on an aisle and a guy and a girl were walking towards me. The guy, as soon he saw me, grab his girl and pull her close to him. He looked threatened by me. She didn’t know what was happening, but when she saw me she smiled to me. We keep walking until they were at my back. There is when they started arguing. I just smiled and left them behind me.
All species can feel the alpha. The musk, the body, the actitud. You can feel threaten or attracted to it, but all know who is an alpha when you see him.
-Arturo