Your Cock Connected To Your Groin. Your Groin Connected To Your Body. Your Body Connected To Your Mouth.

Every time, always, at any moment that my Master text me, my cock gets hard, start leaking and my mind goes empty.

I became a muscle mindless slave and I’m ready for any order he ask me to do just at the sound of my phone getting his text.

I’m a sex toy. I’m a dumb muscle jock. I am his.

-Arturo

Deep, meaningful male bonding is a source of infinite power. Standing on the shoulders of our musclemates, we GROW and achieve what we thought was once out of reach. We are ONE in growth.

“What’s happened to me?”

When you started lifting those weights, and working out, nothing much seemed to happen. Sure, you felt better afterwards, but no new muscles seemed to be forming. You started to wonder what the point was. But you stayed with it because your friends told you to, or because I told you to. 

And now you’ve reached “discovery day.” 

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the bathroom mirror as you step into the shower, and it’s a little bit of a shock. Now you’re obviously more fit than you were when you started. WTF? When you think about it, you realize you’ve become much more into sports as well. 

Later that day, you look at some of the things you wrote before beginning your quest, and it’s clear that your writing style is a lot different now. But the real eye-opener comes when you take a selfie and compare it with a photo of you from the Time Before. You present yourself differently now; your confidence shines through even in a still photo. What’s happened to you? 

You’re one of us now, bro. Welcome.

Don’t be afraid to surrender to your need for male bonding. Male bonding makes us stronger. Every one of us. We learn through one another. Surpass ourselves by looking up to our bros. By traning with them. Hard. We become more masculine by surrounding ourselves with bigger, stronger men. Men who push us to become what we know we can be. What we want to be. What we NEED to be. Give in to your profound need to bond with other men. Awaken the beasts within you, brothers. Shed your inhibitions. Awaken.

Bro-Coded

It’s not like what you see in the movies. At least not for me. Or not yet.

If I’ve noticed anything annoying about hypnokink culture it’s the tendency sometimes to generalize too much from one person’s experience. Results, in short, may vary.

But presently I feel like I have bees buzzing in my head. Or like I did that time after the bar exam when I could not navigate my way out of a simple parking lot. Or like I just woke up from a long nap and have to separate out the events that occurred in my dreams from the waking world.

I am awake. I know what I’m doing and who I am. I am remembering everything. And I am writing these words.

But I have a list burning in my head, of things to do and not to do. A list that is strange because I did not put it there. I could ignore the list, sure. Now, I am more or less a competent adult. I have never met the list’s author, and I would not recognize him if I met him. There are no penalties here, not even those afforded by a slave contract. But the option of disobeying seems bad and confusing. Something about it makes my skin itch like a sunburn, and causes my gorge to rise a little.

Complying with the list though seems easy and obvious. Not beneficial or good, but obvious. And I know that as I comply, it will only get more easy and obvious to comply more. Compliance will reinforce compliance. That queue of tasks I am carrying around with me, that only I can see, will get stronger.

My submission will grow, with repetition, with work accomplished. Like a muscle, bro. And something else will atrophy. But right now that doesn’t seem terribly important. I even have trouble identifying it, putting a name to it.

And maybe, at some point further along, the notion that compliance is a choice won’t occur to me. Items on my list will appear, and I will do what they say, and it will all be very simple. That would be interesting.

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.

The chain cemented his obedience to coach. Yes. And that obedience helped him grow so much bigger than he’d ever imagined possible. But the chain also is the symbol of his belonging to the Pack. Few males are strong enough to wear that weigh. To understand it for what it is. Each link in your brotherhood forces you UP to greatness. Each of your musclemates’ embrace of your being, like the chain around your neck, is a call to being stronger. More resilient. Most men aren’t brave enough for that accountability. To wear that reminder that they belong to something bigger than they are.

How brave are YOU, beast?

The weight of the chain and lock were very heavy. They had been ever since he slipped it on and snapped the lock, cementing his obedience to coach.

Since then his body had changed, grown, morphed. But the chain had remained the same. Always there, weighing him down. Pulling him under. Never releasing him.

He was still coach's boy. The chain made it so.