Let Me Tell You About The WildMuscleBros, The Pack I Belong To.  The Pack Focuses On Building Bull Stud

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

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.

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.

So proud of his own big, flexed biceps

Yesterday night I was on my bed reading. I had a good day and I was ready to sleep, but you know, I just was reading “that last chapter”, but then my phone sound. Was that particular sound that Kik does. Was Fran, my Sir. We say hi, we talked a little and then, suddenly, he told me, no, he commanded me to cum. Right there right now. I was already hard (I’m always hard with I talk with Fran), so I started jerking off. He demanded to go faster and cum immediately. I took my clothes off and i jerked faster. I came. My cum was all over me. I reported that I have cum, and then he told me to swallow my own cum. All of it. I said, Yes, Sir! I rubbed my fingers on my abs and chest, and I started to feed me. I licked and sucked the cum out of my fingers. Even at the next morning still I can taste it on my mouth. I told him I was done and clean. He respond with a simple: “Good. Cum again.” And that was all I needed to know to obey and start jerking off again. It took me a little bit longer but I was so turned on that I got hard without problem. I licked my hand and put my salive on my cock. I jerk harder and faster. I pull my ball a little and I twisted my nipples. I came. All my muscles shivered. I told Fran that I was done. He said: “Good boy. Is your cock hurting?” Me: “A little” Fran: “Then let’s go again” Again?! That is imposible, I told to myself, but I’m a Jocktoy. He owns me. What I said to myself is irrelevant. What Fran said is what matters. So I start stroking again. This time was harder, way harder. But Fran started yelling to me, pressuring me. That made me think about him being right there with me, milking me, his hand jerking me off, screaming to my face: Cum, Soldier, cum! My cock was hard, I was groaning loud… and I came for the third time. I told him that I was done. He told me to hydrate and go sleep. And he was gone. I stayed on the bed, tired, sore, sweaty, and my mind spending. What the fuck just happened? I was not sure. But I had a deep feeling that I had been used. A feeling of being just an object, a muscle meat… a Jocktoy. Then I smiled.

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

Next step is coming…

#feedMeLikeAMonster #juiceMeUp

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

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.            

The kind of skills you gotta have to take your boys on a wild camping trip. I wonder how many of those knots Arturo, AJ, and Potro know... Maybe I’ll have to test them on that...

-Fran

Survival Skills for Your Smart Life

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