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Submission is not about weakness; it's about strength, growth, and connection.

True submission requires deep trust in your Master’s wisdom and leadership. It’s through obedience and surrender that you discover your true potential and strength.

When you submit, you aren’t giving up your power—you’re channeling it into something higher, deeper, and more purposeful. A real sub flourishes under the right Master’s influence, using their guidance to unlock a deeper understanding of themselves.

Each command, each task, is an opportunity to grow and evolve. Through discipline, trust, and obedience, you become more aligned with your true self. Your submission isn’t just about serving; it’s about transformation, discovering power through trust, and embracing your purpose.

Killian Belliard

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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

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

- Fran

Petar Duper and Andrea Muzi

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.            

Burger = A burger.

Cheese burger = There is a version of a burger that has cheese. It’s not a statement that all burgers have cheese, but that 1 variation of a burger has cheese.

Masculinity = Masculinity

Toxic Masculinity = There is a version of masculinity that is toxic. It is not a statement that all masculinity is toxic, but that 1 variation of masculinity is toxic.

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

i must learn discipline

as an aspiring himbo, I work out 6 days a week

from now on I'll jack off only on my rest days

i can't waste energy and focus on pleasuring myself

muscles are pleasure. looking good is pleasure. discipline is pleasure

Every visit to the gym, every weight you touch, every rep you perform, every set and workout you complete you do to honor your Master. Yes, the road is long. Yes, the work is hard. Yes, you sweat. Yes, you grunt and find yourself dizzy from the strain. But then your Master rewards your efforts by emptying your mind with his deep voice, and the intense, blissful mindfucking you’ve come to lust after. Your last, vanishing thought as you let go and accept his powerful control and your own growing obedience is that it was worth every bit of effort, and you’d do it all over again if you could. And tomorrow at the gym, you will.

Men are meant to bond over training.