Always Makes Me Horny To Read Of Other Guys Sharing The Same Path. Soon That’ll Be You, @jae-secret.

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!

Day 4 of a real Extreme Jocktoy Week.

I’m exhausted. I groaned, growled, grunted at the gym. Was leg day and workout legs wearing a jock makes it special. I gave everting I had to make my legs grow. Some people stared at me for the noises I made, but I did not care, it was MY workout. Groaning made me feel more as a beast and improve my performance, that is all that matters.

The chain is still at my neck. The lock hang in my chest. Is heavy. The back of my neck is a little sore. But I’m so comfortable now with them. I’m complete.

My jock’s smell is intense. Reminds me my football team’s locker room back when I was in high school. Sniffing my jock while I edge makes me have all kind of twisted fantasies. The manly I feel the hornier I get. I’m even getting hard just writing this.

Today, I have to say, I missed my Sir. But I know he will be back soon and I will make him so fucking proud.

-Arturo

@brocomplex @brounderconstruction @rievous @justadumbjock @jockintraining @becumbigdumbjockboi @bigdumjockboy @thecollaredbf @meathead1997

All I want 2 do now is flex.

its a cycle bro. Gym. Gainz. Flex.

fuuuck bro it feels sooo gud

uuuuuhhhh….. huhuhu

Bruh dont fight it. Just give in

Your cock connected to your groin. Your groin connected to your body. Your body connected to your mouth. Your mouth connected to my cock.

Your body getting bigger, stronger, harder - like my cock in your mouth. Bigger, stronger, harder. My cock enlarging inside of your hungry mouth. Your mouth becuming connected to it. Your entire body shaking with pleasure as I flex my cock in your hungry mouth. My cock guiding your body’s movement. In sync. Lose yourself in the musk of my crotch. Exist in the moment, solely in the moment. Welcome what your crave. Welcome my cock. Accept my cock. As it accepts you. As it turns you into an extension of my cock. Of my will. You are the beast between my legs. A manly snake. My third leg. Eres mi polla. Eres mi verga. I grab your head like I would grab my cock to masturbate. And you drool as I leak in your mouth. Your saliva and my precum are one. Your mouth and cock are one.

And when I come inside of you, my cum travels through you. And you cum at the end of your cock. Because all of you is an extension of my cock.

You are my cock. Mi polla. Mi verga.

-Dom Francesco

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.

Always ready for my Sir

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Grow for the Pack.

Sir, Yes, Sir! Everyday. -Arturo

A Positive Circle Leads To A Positive Life

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