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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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Owned.

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

On my way now. Leg day. What are you gonna work out today, jocktoys? -Fran

Go to them gym right now, and reblog this to remind others.

Even if it’s only for 15 minuets, that is 15 minuets you wouldn’t have had

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Local boy too unfocused to stick to a hobby, dabbles between wanting to be an artist, activist and bodybuilder; can’t concretize a reality that includes all three.

It’s hella hard! But fuck it. I wanna be a jacked jack of all trades.

Here’s a wonky flex cuz why not.

Just because he’s my slave, doesn’t mean he stopped being the way he is. It would be really boring if he lost what made me attracted to him in the first place.

He’s still the same cocky son of a bitch that thinks he’s the greatest gift to the world. He’s still the same arrogant motherfucker that will do whatever he can to get hat he wants. He’s still the same bastard, full of himself, that prides himself on how amazing he is.

The only difference is that now I’m the focus of his pride and his ego. He prides himself on serving me, he craves my attention and my desire, and when he’s with me all he wants is me, bending him over and fucking him, and cumming in his ass while he twitches in pleasure under my power.

And what can I say? He’s still really good at getting what he wants.

When he undresses like this, and shows me his body like this, and when he looks at me like this with all of him begging me to take him and use him, it’s really hard to resist. I usually give in and take him and do what he wants.

It’s what I want, after all. I’m the one making him want it.

He wants my cock to suck it. He wants my body to serve it. He wants my cum inside him reminding him whom he belongs to. His source of pride is knowing that he’s my property and my sex slave.

And when he looks at me like this, when he offers himself to me like this, I have no option but giving it to him.

Just because he’s my slave doesn’t mean that he changed. He’s still a cocky bastard at heart, and he always will be.

But now he’s mine. My cocky bastard, my arrogant submissive sex toy.

That’s how I like him.

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Ready for Master’s inspection.

-Arturo