3 Weeks

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

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.

May 6, 2018. Forced Workout.

8am, Sunday morning.

The stakes are getting high. You have an upcoming race, Arturo. And I am sculpting your body into that of a magnificently virile soldier, a Spartan ready to dominate the competition, dominate those other males. You have it in you. The strength to meet my expectations. To become what you are meant to be. There is nothing you want more than to become what I envision. To let your primal side take over. To let the testosterone course through your body and turn into a beast. My beast. Nothing you want more than to become mine.

 Reading this, your cock already twitches.

 Fuck, you’re already horny, aren’t you?

Good boy.

 We have been talking about today’s workout for a while. Planned it carefully. You are ready to follow my lead. You know this will be hard. Torture, almost. But there is nothing you cannot overcome soldier when your alpha guides you. Follow. Obey. Grow. This is your mantra, now.

 Prove it to me.

 Get yourself hard, jocktoy.

 This is my first instruction.

Do not skip ahead, soldier. Follow the instructions as you read them.

 Hard, yet?

 Then thug on your balls. Pull on your cock.

If you are clothed, get naked.

 Squeeze your balls.

Feel the blood fill it even more. Making it more sensitive.

Bigger in your hands.

Look at your snake coming alive.

Flex your cock. Tighten the muscles.

Hold for four seconds.

Release.

Repeat.

Match your breathing to the tightening, holding, and releasing.

Yes.

Repeat.

You are a male, soldier. A fucking beast sculpted out of pure testosterone.

Be proud of that cock coming alive in your hands.

Tighten.

Hold.

Release.

 Twenty more times.

 You starting to feel it, soldier? How powerful your cock makes you!

 Show me. Grunt.

Louder, pussy.

Let me hear that deep, primal grunt.

 Tighten.

Hold.

Release.

 Again.

 Fuck yeah!

 Reach out for the peppermint essential oil.

I’m gonna share a secret with you, soldier.

A secret that will force you to keep focused on your balls throughout the training.

 In the palm of your hand, release two drops.

Rub your hands together a couple of times.

Smells nice, right?

Imagine when that smell will mix with your musk, later on.

Overpowering your nostrils. Making you high on your own fucking manly scent.

 Now rub your hands on your balls.

You don’t want the oil directly on there (not yet, anyway).

Indirectly, having rubbed your hands and then your balls is fine.

 You’ll start feeling it in no time.

It will surprise you.

It might get your heart racing as you wonder if you did the right thing listening to the instructions.

Trust me. Endure the pain. To become the beast you want to be, to prove yourself worthy, you already endure pain in the gym. I know you can do it.

  Text me on Kik to tell me you’re starting the next phase.

As the warmth of the peppermint settles in, go to www.edgemeplease.com

You know the website. We’ve been using it.

Make sure our app to call each other is on. I might call you while you are edging.

Not to chat. Just to make sure you are grunting like the fucking animal you are.

 Settings: Hard; Not cumming.

It’ll be easy on you: you have to do it for 30 minutes.

 I might listen in. So you better take this seriously cause I wanna hear some grunting and rapid breathing, soldier.

 As you follow the instruction on the screen, focus on the idea of you being tied and being milked by your fellow brohs. Members of the pack who admire your body. Who lust after your rapid growth. Who want you so fucking bad. You are my second-in-command. And yet these guys are bigger than you. But your growth is fast. Wrap your fist tight around your cock and make me proud. Make them envious. Admiring.

 And focus on the burning sensation on your balls.

If it recedes too much, add a drop of peppermint oil. Rubbing your hands together first and then rubbing your balls.

  Do not continue reading until you are done with the edging.

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 Warm up for what is to come.

Do 50 jumping jacks. Followed by high knee running in place for 30 seconds.

Repeat.

 The heart should start pumping.

The leg muscles should start awakening.

 Good. Cause you are headed out for a run soon.

 But first… remember how I asked you to get a 15 pounds kettlebell?

 It’s because you’re up for 10 Turkish get-ups. On each side.

If you haven’t heard of that exercise yet, get ready for a sore ass tomorrow.

Take the time to Youtube it and learn how to do it.

 Remember, 10 on each side.

You’ll be cursing by the end.

But fear not… it’s only the beginning.

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 Now that the Turkish get-ups are over with, you are headed out for a run. Get your gear ready. Including your dirty jock, which you’ll wear. Sniff it well before you put it on. Let your musk set your brain on fire.

 Instructions for the race:

Wear your jock. The musky one.

Every two minutes, get to the ground for 5 push-ups.

Run until you reach the 5k.

You can walk if you must, but you need to do the full three miles today.

Obviously, the more you walk the more push-ups you’ll end up doing.

But I know you’re a strong man, Arturo. A few push-ups won’t get you tired yet, just more pumped, semental. Focus on your strength, soldier. On how fucking good and heavy and full your balls feel. You are my man. My protégé. Be strong. Grit your teeth and push further.

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 Once home after the race:

 Get naked as soon as you get inside the house.

Hydrate well.

Get hard. Hard a fuck, hombre. You were out for a fucking 5k after edging, your balls on fire. And now you’re about to dive deeper into your true manhood.

 For five minutes, take a few ice cubes and run them along your shaft and your balls and your legs. Feel them melt on your hard shaft, on your tired quads. Fuck you are a stud. Getting fucking pumped for your alpha.

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 Now get ready for the next phase.

Apply the peppermint oil as before.

You will do 100 lunges in sets of twenty.

Between each set, you must bring yourself as close to cumming as you can.

When you are certain you cannot jerkoff anymore because you will cum, stop and do twenty lunges.

Repeat until you reach 100 lunges.

 We are finishing with pull-ups.

You have been improving really quickly on that front.

I’m proud of you as fuck.

Your task now is to do pulls-ups until failure. You’re probably getting quite tired at this point. But just think about how fucking pump you’ll be after!

Then jerk off until you can barely hold your seed in.

Repeat.

You are done when you cannot lift yourself up for a single pull-up.

 Congratulations, you have made it through. That is, if you have managed to reach this point without cumming.

 If so, your prize is to decide whether you want to cum for me now or hold your seed in until you get to fuck your wife.

 If you came before it was time, let me know. Expect a punishment.

 When you are done, write an update here so that our fellow bros, fucking meatheads like you, will be inspired and join the pack in turn. Spread your musk. Make their nostrils flare with your manly scent. We gotta grow them too, solider. And there is no better instrument for that than seeing how you are turning into a fucking stallion! Don’t think, just write. Let your cock do the writing. Tell us what a beast you have become, jocktoy.

You work hard at the gym. Let the world see it

#TheDapperExecutive

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! 

Got @primalenergy1 and @becumbigdumbjockboi to do just that this week. Massive boost to their egos as colleagues, etc. commented on their recent physical changes. That need to GROW into a massive, powerful beast is in you too, buddy. Surrender to your primal instincts and becum what Nature intended you to be. An unstoppable male. 

Take little moments to show off. Let the world know you’re on top.

A new beast enters the brotherhood!

This is a defining moment. One you’ll remember, Apollo-in-the-making. Don’t forget to keep pics of today. The first day you stepped into the Arena and became a gladiator. You don’t know how to pose, yet. But take pics. There’s nothing more inebriating than looking back at those old pics and remembering where the journey began. Just know one thing though. We’re not gonna let you stop at an Apollo physique. We’ll sculpt you into something the Gods themselves will leak buckets for. Be ready. It’s a tough journey. But you’ve faced your fears today. This can never, EVER be taken away from you. Many boys spend lifetimes lost in fantasies of growth. But you’ve found your True North. You’ve taken the first step towards unleashing all that raw, primal, masculine energy within you. Don’t hide that erection reading this is giving you. Wear that boner proudly. You’ve earned it. Every step of that journey makes you more man. Bask in the glory.

Welcome!

I’ve been chatting to WildMuscleBros today. Their a… consortium, or pack of masculine, muscular beasts. Simple as that. They’re the type of people I want to follow and learn from. I’ve always wanted to get jacked, get bulking biceps and fat pecs. To look like Apollo - the god of the sun, knowledge and generally jacked dude. But I’ve never set foot into a gym before. Sure, I’ve climbed and swam, but never been to a gym before. Weird right? He reminded me today that my confidence and pretty words of desire can only go so far. That to achieve my goals, I’d need action.

So today I did just that. I went to the gym.

Although Ive lived in my neighbourhood for three years, I had no idea where the closest gym was. But, with Google maps, I found it. The moment I entered the smell hit me. Sweat. It was as if all the oxygen had been deprived from the air and replaced with BO, the old fragrance for real men. My surprise must’ve been obvious as one of the reception people apologised and said that the aircon wasn’t working properly. I wasn’t phased: I liked it as it smelt manly. And then I looked around. Now, to be fair it wasn’t packed with people. But the people were huge. Pulsating muscle, colossal pecs and glistening bodies. Oh and the hair, the tufts of hair peeking out from under armpits and obviously too short tank tops. Ok it sounds great here but I was intimidated to all hell. I’m short and small and I’ve always felt intimidated by people bigger than me. I think it’s called short people syndrome? I digress, I bit my tongue, dug in my shoes, put on my EarPods and made a bee-line for the weights. I wasn’t going to run away cause of some guys. I picked up a pair - 7kgs - and I just started lifting. I did the same routine that I did with my weights at home, but more… I didn’t just do it once, but three times. I really, really enjoyed it. Maybe it was the atmosphere, perhaps the new experience. But I felt full of energy. Then I thought, hell let’s jump on the treadmill. And somehow I spent 30 minutes on that before a much larger - no not muscular - man stood behind me staring at the back of my skull to get the hell off. I was too hot and sweaty to say something. So I got off and moved on. I regret not going off to the benches, as that’s something I really want to learn how to do, but I was tired. And sweaty. Lucky tomorrows another day.

I went to the gym today and I fucking loved it. I know I’m going to keep going back. I’m going to keep going back until it’s an addiction, a lifelong love, something that I can’t give up. Something that I won’t give up.

The phrase “barrister beast” was thrown around when chatting to WildMuscleBros while taking about my goals. To become a masculine, colossal, hulking, sweaty, beast.

But I’m going to go a step further. I’m going to become a barrister beast, for sure, but I’m going to take a page out of Apollo’s book - I’m going to become a god.