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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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
Stand naked before your Owner.
Feel his gaze. Flex to make him proud.
He will inspect you.
Appraise you.
Sculpt you.
And if you’re a good beast, he might play with you.
Be the jocktoy you long to be.
Day 7. Seven days using the same jock. Seven day wearing a chain and a lock around my neck. 7 days becoming a muscled jock, a Jocktoy.
I feel stronger after this 7 days. Physically and mentally. I have pushed harder than ever at the gym. I increased the weights in every single workout. My clothe is tighter. And now I think I can achieve anything I want. I don’t care what people think and I feel proud to be who I am.
Today I went to the gym early in the morning. Before leave the house I grabbed a T-shirt and I cut it with some scissors. I’m improving my jock look. And it fit me. Was Shoulder day.
*Seated Dumbbell Shoulder Press x 4 8-10
*Side Lateral Dumbbell Raises x 4 10-12 reps
*Standing Cable Face Pulls x 4 10-12 reps
*Standing Military Press x 4 8-10
*Dumbbell Arnold Press x 4 8-10
*Seated Dumbbell Rear Deltoid Raise x 4 10-12
*Dumbbell Shrugs x 4 15-20
Nothing like a good shoulder workout to make you feel wider and bigger.
At home I worked just wearing my chain and jock. But my mind was not 100% at work. I spend every 5 minutes looking at the window looking for the UPS truck. Last Friday I bought my first Pump! jock and today it supposed to arrive... finally did!
Now I’m waiting for my Sir to comeback and give me permission to put it on. I can’t wait.
-Arturo
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When was the first time you realized what you were becoming? Was it the first time you flipped your baseball cap around without thinking about it? The first time you took scissors to the sleeves of all your t-shirts and turned them into muscle shirts for the gym? Was it when you went to go get dressed one morning and you realized all you had to wear was sports gear and gym clothes?
How about the first time you drove to the gym at 1 AM, when you were the only one there, because you couldn’t get to sleep without feeling the pump in your muscles? Or when you started slamming back protein shakes before and after every meal, or when you threw out all the junk food in your pantry and replaced it with expensive supplements and protein bars?
Was it last weekend, when instead of your usual morning news shows, you realized you had a football game on in the background as you were doing your meal prep for the week? Was it this morning when you realized your gym playlist had become mostly hip hop and hard rock instead of your usual dance and pop music tracks?
Think about it. When was the first time you realized that you were becoming a jock? Or have you even realized it yet?
Option D please
Ready for Master’s inspection.
-Arturo
men are allowed to be so mediocre it’s insulting on the deepest level
The Cage
Arturo saw the cage´s door open. Part of him did not want to go inside, but the other part knew was the best idea. That duality always fighting. No winner, no loser, just an inner fight. He looked at the cage and then to Fran again.
"Come on, go inside, you have to do it," said Fran with a calm voice.
Arturo knew he was right and stepped inside.
Fran closed to door behind him and put the double chain and lock. Arturo´s breathing started to go faster. Maybe it was a bad idea after all. Panic incressed. Arturo grabs the bars with both hands and shakes them.
"Fran, let me out. I don't want to be here. Open de door... open it!"
"Arturo, look at me. Calm down, breath. Breath. You HAVE to be there. Soon everything will be over. Tomorrow the sun will rise and you, and everybody else will be fine. Ok?"
Fran´s voice calmed Arturo down. Breath. He sat on the floor and waited. In a couple minutes the moon would be on the zenith and it will start.
Fran sat in a chair at a fair distance from the cage and waited too. Any of them talked.
Fran almost fell to sleep when Arturo suddenly started groaning. Fran got on his feet and look at Arturo. This part was fascinating for Fran. Arturo was laying on the floor. His body was shaking and drops of sweat cover his face. The groaning became louder and louder. Pain and anger. His fists hit the floor. He got in his knees, and after that, struggling, he managed to get in his feet. Then the bones cracked. One single loud crack and Arturo was now 8.5 feet tall. Fran, almost under a hypnosis, walked towards the cage. Fran had seen that transformation dozens of times but always was captivating to see such power comes to life. Arturo grabbed the bars to the cage to enduring the pain and stay standing.
"Now the muscles" whispered Fran to nobody.
Arturo´s muscles started to move like something was under them. And they grow, and grow, and grow. His new body ripped his clothe off in pieces. In front of Fran was Arturo, but was not Arturo anymore, now was a muscled beast. Pure fury and primal instinct. Arturo now was the Bull, as Frans liked to call it. And for the last months, Frans was trying to tame that bull...
Finally, the transformation was complete and the Bull stood proud and powerful. He looked around him. The cage. Then he became aware of Frans presence. In a fast movement, the Bull extended his enormous arms thru the bars trying to grab Fran´s neck. Fran jumped back just in time to escape from his fists.
"Easy, easy... you are not going to kill me that fast, you monster," Said Fran in a playful way.
Fran looked at the Bull´s eyes. Was intimidating, but not to Fran, not anymore. And with an authoritative voice, he told him "Step back from the door"
The Bull did not move.
"Step back!!"
The Bull groaned and start shaking the cage. Looked like the cage and the whole cabin would colaps, but Fran quickly learned from the first nights so now he was sure that everything will contain the monster.
"Alright. Fuck you" Said Fran and walked away from the room. For a couple minutes Fran stayed in the other room listing the Bull groaning and roaring. For one moment he thought the Bull will break the chain, but everything stayed still. When finally the Bull calmed down, Fran got back in front of him and looking him to the eyes.
"Calm down. Calm down. I'm your Sir. Do you understand? We have been thru this... I´m-Your-Sir."
The Bull looked at Fran and did not move.
"I'm going to open the door. Do you understand? And you will control yourself. I WILL control you."
The Bull did not move. Just his pecs when up and down while he filled his lungs with air. That was the reason Fran came up with the name of Bull.
Fran took the key and opened the lock. Slowly he took the chain of the door. This is it, though Fran. And then he opened the door.
The Bull growl like never before and when to attack Fran. But Fran did not move. He stared into his eyes and commanded. "Stop!!"
And the Bull did.
They have one second looking at each other's eyes... but with that second everything falls in his place. Everyone knew from now on his place.
"Good boy," said Fran. "Now get in your knees"
The Bull did.
Fran grabs the same chain and lock that he used in the cage´s door and put then around the Bulls neck.
Fran contemplated the muscled beast that he had in his knees in front of him. That powerful Bull, tamed by him. "I did it," Said Fran. "I fucking did it" The Bull was his, he owned his personal beastly musclegod.
"Now, let's have some fun," Said Fran to his toy and smiled.
Documenting the #GrowthJourney of two bruhs turning into hypermasculine primal beasts. Breathe our musk in and turn, too.
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