Then he was one of us.
Why hold back?
Let your Sir unleash the beast that growls within you.
You exist to GROW.
Let your Sir sculpt you.
Do you feel my fuckpole in your ass? It gives you power to squat heavier and grow bigger. I will turn you into a titan.
Today happened something at my office and Fran told me to share it with you guys, so here it goes:
Today we had a “party” at the office (meaning cake and coffee in the conference room) I was siting and talking with a friend (girl) and then I went for more coffee. But when I came back I saw cake in my chair, so I assumed I was siting in a piece of cake. I touched my ass to see if I have some there but I couldn’t tell so I naturally I ask to my friend: “Do you see some cake on my pants?, I think I sat on cake” And I turned around so she can see if I did.
She did not answer but I noticed everybody was quiet. Everybody was looking at me. I told them, that I thought I sat in a cake and then I shake off my ass with my hand.
And a guy said: “Well, I guess that’s this years Christmas present for everybody” And everybody started laughing.
They started joking around about they want to clean my pants so I needed to take it off, that they don’t see well so they had to check again, that my ass was better than the cake, that I had some cake on my shirt so also I needed to take it offs... stuff like that.
I was the center of attention, well, my body was, and I loved it! I felt so proud. A fucking real jock right there.
Most of you don’t know but when this year started I was 165-170 lbs and I’m general I had not many plans or goals for this year, but then I changed my actitud, I got encourage for Fran, and now I finish the year with all my coworkers admiring and commenting about my muscle body and me feeling like a million dollars.
I know 2019 is going to be even better, because I have decided since today, and if I had changed so much just having Fran... what is going to happen now that I have a whole Pack?!!
(By the way... I had not cake in my pants hahaha)
-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.
There’s nothing like finally embracing your manliness and bonding with other bros. Stop holding back so much. Embrace who you are, embrace your potential. Surrender to the pack, become one with us. Flex,
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
We are what you need. @buffedbeef, find us on Kik #WildMuscleBros.
-Fran
I want someone who would be there to support my growth, feed my body with nutrition, supplements and roided me up to fulfill my desire to grow huge. I’ll flex for him anytime. Better yet, he shares that desire and grow together with me, we can train, eat, fuck and sleep together.
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
2024 General Goal:
10 years ago I started this blog and my fitness journey. Above is after 1 year of consistent training and regulated diet. I made better progress than I had originally thought possible. It’s been a roller coaster of ups and downs ever since and I’ve slipped quite a ways from where I once was but also have a big head start from where I originally started. The general goal for 24 is to get back to where I was after the first year by the end of this one.
How I get there will be different as many life circumstances have changed, past injuries have presented some limitations and my body is just 10 years older in general. But I look forward to the challenge, relearning what I once did and sharing the ups and downs of the journey here. I know I won’t look exactly the same but I can still remember how I felt and that’s the goal!
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?
Documenting the #GrowthJourney of two bruhs turning into hypermasculine primal beasts. Breathe our musk in and turn, too.
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