He Reminds Me Of 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!

Always ready for my Sir

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A virile man following the instructions of his Alpha. The grin as he embraces his manliness, his confidence. As he realises how he’s been sculpted into a beast others look at in awe. A beast others lust after. A Bull that will inspire other males to embrace their #growthjourney and becum what they know they ought to becum.

Deep down, you know it too. DRAW. THE. BEAST. OUT.

Mason

In my Master’s eyes.

The familiar cold steal on my wrists. My shoulders sore for having my arms up of my head for hours. Then the door opens and my cock gets hard as I have been trained.

My Sir has arrived to my prison.

He is wearing a suit. That means that he just got out of his job and came down here. No time to change or relax. That is bad news.

He don’t even say a word. He gets close to me, grab my cock and start jerking me off. I can feel his body close to me. His manly alpha energy. I can tell he had a bad day at work and now he will take all his frustrations on me. I’m here to serve him.

He looks me at the eyes. I see fire but also lust. He squeeze my balls. I moan. Is milking me as a beast. My cock is getting sore and I try to move away. The chains don’t let me and he grab my neck to keep me still. I am bigger and stronger than him, but he have the control.

I stop fighting. I know is useless. He keep jerking. Now the sore is pure pleasure. I moan lauder. He pinch my nipples hard, harder. My whole muscle body twitch. He slap my pecs. I groan. He is please.

Suddenly he takes my chains off. I’m free, I can fight back, run, scape... but I stay still. He is looking at me. I can’t move if he don’t allow me.

“Get in your knees”

And against all logic I obey.

He pulls my hair, open his zipper and put his hard cock in my mouth. I suck. I lick. I take everything he gives me. I look up, I look to my Master’s eyes and my mind gets lost. All I know is that I’m his muscle sex toy and that is my purpose.

Then I wake up... all was a dream. A vivid dream. My cock is hard and leaking. I was just dreaming about my Master. In reality I was in my bed and in a few minutes I had to get up, get ready, go to work and be a normal citizen. But that will be later, right now I will jerk off the fuck out of me.

-Arturo

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

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The Cage

Arturo saw the cage´s door open. Part of him did not want to go inside, but the other part knew was the best idea. That duality always fighting. No winner, no loser, just an inner fight. He looked at the cage and then to Fran again.

"Come on, go inside, you have to do it," said Fran with a calm voice.

Arturo knew he was right and stepped inside.

Fran closed to door behind him and put the double chain and lock. Arturo´s breathing started to go faster. Maybe it was a bad idea after all. Panic incressed. Arturo grabs the bars with both hands and shakes them.

"Fran, let me out. I don't want to be here. Open de door... open it!"

"Arturo, look at me. Calm down, breath. Breath. You HAVE to be there. Soon everything will be over. Tomorrow the sun will rise and you, and everybody else will be fine. Ok?"

Fran´s voice calmed Arturo down. Breath. He sat on the floor and waited. In a couple minutes the moon would be on the zenith and it will start.

Fran sat in a chair at a fair distance from the cage and waited too. Any of them talked.

Fran almost fell to sleep when Arturo suddenly started groaning. Fran got on his feet and look at Arturo. This part was fascinating for Fran. Arturo was laying on the floor. His body was shaking and drops of sweat cover his face. The groaning became louder and louder. Pain and anger. His fists hit the floor. He got in his knees, and after that, struggling, he managed to get in his feet. Then the bones cracked. One single loud crack and Arturo was now 8.5 feet tall. Fran, almost under a hypnosis, walked towards the cage. Fran had seen that transformation dozens of times but always was captivating to see such power comes to life. Arturo grabbed the bars to the cage to enduring the pain and stay standing.

"Now the muscles" whispered Fran to nobody.

Arturo´s muscles started to move like something was under them. And they grow, and grow, and grow. His new body ripped his clothe off in pieces. In front of Fran was Arturo, but was not Arturo anymore, now was a muscled beast. Pure fury and primal instinct. Arturo now was the Bull, as Frans liked to call it. And for the last months, Frans was trying to tame that bull...

Finally, the transformation was complete and the Bull stood proud and powerful. He looked around him. The cage. Then he became aware of Frans presence. In a fast movement, the Bull extended his enormous arms thru the bars trying to grab Fran´s neck. Fran jumped back just in time to escape from his fists.

"Easy, easy... you are not going to kill me that fast, you monster," Said Fran in a playful way.

Fran looked at the Bull´s eyes. Was intimidating, but not to Fran, not anymore. And with an authoritative voice, he told him "Step back from the door"

The Bull did not move.

"Step back!!"

The Bull groaned and start shaking the cage. Looked like the cage and the whole cabin would colaps, but Fran quickly learned from the first nights so now he was sure that everything will contain the monster.

"Alright. Fuck you" Said Fran and walked away from the room. For a couple minutes Fran stayed in the other room listing the Bull groaning and roaring. For one moment he thought the Bull will break the chain, but everything stayed still. When finally the Bull calmed down, Fran got back in front of him and looking him to the eyes.

"Calm down. Calm down. I'm your Sir. Do you understand? We have been thru this... I´m-Your-Sir."

The Bull looked at Fran and did not move.

"I'm going to open the door. Do you understand? And you will control yourself. I WILL control you."

The Bull did not move. Just his pecs when up and down while he filled his lungs with air. That was the reason Fran came up with the name of Bull.

Fran took the key and opened the lock. Slowly he took the chain of the door. This is it, though Fran. And then he opened the door.

The Bull growl like never before and when to attack Fran. But Fran did not move. He stared into his eyes and commanded. "Stop!!"

And the Bull did.

They have one second looking at each other's eyes... but with that second everything falls in his place. Everyone knew from now on his place.

"Good boy," said Fran. "Now get in your knees"

The Bull did.

Fran grabs the same chain and lock that he used in the cage´s door and put then around the Bulls neck.

Fran contemplated the muscled beast that he had in his knees in front of him. That powerful Bull, tamed by him. "I did it," Said Fran. "I fucking did it" The Bull was his, he owned his personal beastly musclegod.

"Now, let's have some fun," Said Fran to his toy and smiled.

menatplay1 by vintnerbutler on Flickr.

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.

The Pack, after an arm workout suggested by @primalenergy1. Grinning. Feeling connected. Bonded. 

 Swollen.

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