Let Yourself Be SCULPTED.

We are what you need. @buffedbeef, find us on Kik #WildMuscleBros.

-Fran

Grow me, grow with me.

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.

Let me tell you about the WildMuscleBros, the Pack I belong to.  The Pack focuses on building bull stud MUSCLE and being a cocky badass.  Even more, the Pack is about the Growth Journey:  growing muscle; getting in touch with and exuding confident masculinity; being fucking PRIMAL; encouraging and coaching other Pack members; confronting shit and pushing through your pussy excuses; and having some dirty fun. The Pack has helped me in all these areas of my growth journey. I have been pushed to work harder and to be more consistent in the gym, and I have seen results. I have also been coached to embrace and let out the masculine beast within, and practicing this has been confrontational but very rewarding.  Here’s a short, real-life description to demonstrate the point.

Yesterday was about raw, primal confrontation and channeling aggressive, masculine energy:  I had an MMA style fight with another bro into brawling. I went over to his place, and I could tell we were both amped up and pumped with adrenaline.  He was already sweaty, and I could smell the musk coming off of him which got me more excited to fight him.  We were both ready to fuck each other up.  Then, we went into a room with mats, put on sparring gloves and bite guards, talked some shit, and started the fight.  We were pretty evenly matched, and the dude was fucking strong.  We traded punches to the face and body, went for take-downs, crashed our sweaty bodies into each other, and wrestled on the floor. In the end, my opponent got me in a choke hold, and I tapped out.  He won the match, but I was fucking pumped and felt incredible.  [Fighting and wrestling are only times I feel and experience the primal, masculine animal fucking explode and take over my body and mind.  The feeling is intoxicating and powerful:  it’s about the sweaty, rough, carnal collision of MEN simultaneously fighting and bonding.] The jock that owns me told me that losing was unacceptable and that I need to fight this opponent again and beat his ass.  My owner is 100% correct and knows how to stir up this jocktoy’s testosterone and aggressive energy.  I’ll train harder, and challenge him again.  I’ll fucking destroy his ass next time! 

That male to whom you open your soul. To whom you reveal yourself - and who reveals you.

That man you allow to know you better than you know yourself.

That brother who can call you on your bullshit, pull you out of your misery with a witty joke, force you to lift for one more with nothing but a glare, 

The one who makes you...

Stronger.  Bigger.  Better.

MANLIER.

That beast who understands your primal nature, and helps you draw it out. Who does not fear your testosterone, your musk or your proximity. With who being raw, naked, emotionally and physically, is the only thing that feels right.

That man who fulfills your deep, universal longing for male bonding. To find a male who will mold you into a greater version of yourself. From man to titan.

Seek the unconditional love of your musclemate. And grow with him. GROW, beast!

I’m at the office working. People talk to me. I smile. We keep working. Is just another day. But nobody knows that I’m wearing a jock. Nobody knows that I have a Sir and I’m his jocktoy. I keep working. But I’m thinking about being tied up and my Sir milking me. His fist on my cock. People talk to me. I smile. Nobody knows. -Arturo

Has been long since the last time I post something here but that does not mean that my training (at the gym and as muscle pet) has stopped.

I’m still growing, in still being trained by my Sir… and that is the reason I show this pics… he told me to do it. Enjoy.

-Arturo

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

 Swollen.

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National Wear A Jockstrap To Work Day is observed next on Friday, 4 June 2021. It has been the first Friday in June since 2010.  

Time to start deciding which jock you’ll wear!  

Help this pup find his Owner.

I need a bro, bro. A bro to grow big with, and grow big for. A bro to eat lift, fuck, repeat with. A bro so horned up and pinned up, he plows, fills, and hate fucks me from behind in a headlock. A bro whose stink mark me as his. A bro who loves and protects me, but also shares me to be abused. A bro whose pits I can bury my face in to feel like home. A bro whom I can service on all fours with his legs spread land arms behind his head. A bro to feed me cock, muscles, cum, and piss, and every form of his testosterone. I need a bro, who calls me his boy.

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

Arturo.

-Yes, Sir...

Not much longer now. His free will, worn down to almost nothing through weeks of conditioning, now ready to crumble to nothing. Soon, very soon, he”ll be ready to begin his new life, embrace his new purpose, as my obedient, perfectly enslaved jocktoy.