Wildmusclebros - Experience Brotality

Yes, Sir. Shirt off now. Flexing for you. It’s time for my Master to see his Slave’s body. He wants to see if I have been working out hard for him, building this body that he owns. He deserve the best. I am the best. I’m a beast. I’m an alpha muscle jock. But he owns this alpha muscle jock. Yes, Sir. I flex for you. Tell me that you are proud.

-Arturo

Day 1 of a real Extream Jocktoy Week.

Today I started an Extream Jocktoy Week as Fran has called it. Why? Because he told me to do it, and I answer: Sir, Yes, Sir!

This are basically his instructions:

1.- Wear that chain and lock around my neck ALL the time. I just alowed to take it off to workout and sleep.

2.- Use only the common shower at the gym to take a shower. No shower at home.

3.- Everyday, before go to the gym, I have to edge for about an hour.

4.- Wear ALL the time the same jock. I just can take it off when I’m edging so I can sniffing it while I stroke.

5.- NO cum.

6.- Write about this week everyday in Tumblr.

The chain and lock smell like oil and metal. Is a manly essence. And I love to feel the cold and heavyness of them on my neck and chest.

This week will be hellI, but will be a fun one too. I will make Sir proud. Did I mention that I have to do all this while he is away? But I have all you as witnesses of my journey in the Extreme Jocktoy Week.

-Arturo

@becumbigdumbjockboi @jockintraining

@meathead1997

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

He’s grown His muscle pup, and He’s not about to let go of him. But He loves to show him off. He’s a trophy. A reminder of how transformative malebonding can be.

Alfi Polly

2018-2019

Today happened something at my office and Fran told me to share it with you guys, so here it goes:

Today we had a “party” at the office (meaning cake and coffee in the conference room) I was siting and talking with a friend (girl) and then I went for more coffee. But when I came back I saw cake in my chair, so I assumed I was siting in a piece of cake. I touched my ass to see if I have some there but I couldn’t tell so I naturally I ask to my friend: “Do you see some cake on my pants?, I think I sat on cake” And I turned around so she can see if I did.

She did not answer but I noticed everybody was quiet. Everybody was looking at me. I told them, that I thought I sat in a cake and then I shake off my ass with my hand.

And a guy said: “Well, I guess that’s this years Christmas present for everybody” And everybody started laughing.

They started joking around about they want to clean my pants so I needed to take it off, that they don’t see well so they had to check again, that my ass was better than the cake, that I had some cake on my shirt so also I needed to take it offs... stuff like that.

I was the center of attention, well, my body was, and I loved it! I felt so proud. A fucking real jock right there.

Most of you don’t know but when this year started I was 165-170 lbs and I’m general I had not many plans or goals for this year, but then I changed my actitud, I got encourage for Fran, and now I finish the year with all my coworkers admiring and commenting about my muscle body and me feeling like a million dollars.

I know 2019 is going to be even better, because I have decided since today, and if I had changed so much just having Fran... what is going to happen now that I have a whole Pack?!!

(By the way... I had not cake in my pants hahaha)

-Arturo

Made stronger through deep male bonding.

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! 

In my Master’s eyes.

The familiar cold steal on my wrists. My shoulders sore for having my arms up of my head for hours. Then the door opens and my cock gets hard as I have been trained.

My Sir has arrived to my prison.

He is wearing a suit. That means that he just got out of his job and came down here. No time to change or relax. That is bad news.

He don’t even say a word. He gets close to me, grab my cock and start jerking me off. I can feel his body close to me. His manly alpha energy. I can tell he had a bad day at work and now he will take all his frustrations on me. I’m here to serve him.

He looks me at the eyes. I see fire but also lust. He squeeze my balls. I moan. Is milking me as a beast. My cock is getting sore and I try to move away. The chains don’t let me and he grab my neck to keep me still. I am bigger and stronger than him, but he have the control.

I stop fighting. I know is useless. He keep jerking. Now the sore is pure pleasure. I moan lauder. He pinch my nipples hard, harder. My whole muscle body twitch. He slap my pecs. I groan. He is please.

Suddenly he takes my chains off. I’m free, I can fight back, run, scape... but I stay still. He is looking at me. I can’t move if he don’t allow me.

“Get in your knees”

And against all logic I obey.

He pulls my hair, open his zipper and put his hard cock in my mouth. I suck. I lick. I take everything he gives me. I look up, I look to my Master’s eyes and my mind gets lost. All I know is that I’m his muscle sex toy and that is my purpose.

Then I wake up... all was a dream. A vivid dream. My cock is hard and leaking. I was just dreaming about my Master. In reality I was in my bed and in a few minutes I had to get up, get ready, go to work and be a normal citizen. But that will be later, right now I will jerk off the fuck out of me.

-Arturo