I’m Arturo, But The Name That Has Been Given To Me Is Soldier. I’m A Muscle Alpha. I Have Been Working

Your Surrender

Let’s set the stage, help you envision the scene.

You feel yourself squirming a little lately, spiritually speaking.  It’s not ideal.  The town in which you live is small enough that your past washes up on the shores of the present every day, a little bit.  You used to have a little too much fun with drugs and alcohol.  Maybe you were a little too outgoing.  Maybe you’re a different person now, slightly, but your ghost hangs around and haunts you.

You’re not proud of your past.  In fact, you’re a future-forward kind of guy.  You have a nostalgia for a past you’ve never lived.  You reason that if you had a different past - different actions, different environments, different habits - you’d be inhabiting a different present.  You’d be a different person.

When you sigh, it’s a big, gusty thing that seems to sweep out the darkest corners of your body.  The time has come and gone to do something about it.  So you move, at his instruction.  Your ears bend to his words, and your brain concedes control to your dick.  He makes you so hard, the way he talks to you.  Your interests parallel.  You have long, engaging conversations that verge on intellectual, sometimes, about the nature of transformation and what you truly want from life.  As the months roll, you grow closer and closer to him.  You talk to him on the phone three, four times a day.  You don’t always remember everything, but you know that he has some kind of power, some kind of power over you, and you thrill to it.

You obey the call.  You surrender, and you do it, for the first time, without hesitation.  He’s just … different, somehow.  He resonates.

Like many, you made a New Year’s Resolution.  You’re a Resolutioner.  You’re part of that dreaded herd that swarms the gyms on 2 January, at least on the surface level.  As February comes and goes, March swirls angrily by and leaves April shuddering in its wake.  The warmth seeps up from below.  You feel the world changing around you, and its voice is inviting you to do the same.  Change.  Evolve.  The whispers in the wind are seductive, beguiling.  They seep in through the bedroom’s open window as you lay there, waking.

And it’s that time of the year, too.  The winter’s lacquer of snow & ice has finally shattered, and the sun strobes strongly through more hours of the day.  When you wake up in the morning, the outside world is airily infiltrating your bedroom through the open window.  Instead of groping through a charcoal void, your skin prickling with cold, your eyes snap open and your mouth curves into a satisfied, relaxed smile.  You test your muscles with a stretch, hearing the joints pop and the sinews sing against the bone.  

You do not lay in bed alone.  His voice is there, too.  And his body, his hands.  He slaps your up-turned ass - hard - and says quietly, “Mine.”  And it’s a joke, but it’s not a joke, too.  “Gym time, boy,” he says, and you know it’s true.  When he speaks, it’s invariable, immutable, fixed.  There’s a certain iron cast to the words - when he wants there to be - and they crash down like a portcullis.  It’s gym time.

You’ve taken to the routine.  You’ve always been a creature of habit.  Conscientious to a fault, perhaps just a little too neat.  You like things just so, but sometimes fret over the idiot details.  He’s helping you with this.  It’s kind of him.  He’s helping you to unwind the invisible wires around your brain - to be less conscious of every single thing around you.  Or, if not less conscious, to be a little more dismissive of the idiot details.  He’s teaching you how to paint with broad strokes, rather than scribbling in the margins with a fine-tip pen.  This appeals to you.  Your stride gets longer.  Your eyes fix on objects in the distance.

Especially muscles.  Your eyes are drawn to them.  Now that you live in the Big City, you take long walks when you could take the subway, just so you can see more.  Now that the days are warmer and less insulation is required, you can see the results of the efforts of the guys around you.  How they adorn their work with swirls of black ink, or how they wear their favorite brands.  How they hide their eyes behind mirrored shades.  And when you see them, you start to follow them.  It’s not unnatural - just a guy walking behind a guy for a little while.  It’s a big city.  No one notices.  And the entire time, you feel this sharp, twisting pang in your deepness, and you feel yourself shifting in your shorts.  Your basketball shorts, the ones that he picked out for you that morning.  You haven’t chosen your own clothing now in months, and it hasn’t really occurred to you - but that’s just one of those idiot details that isn’t necessary for you to focus on.  The second you even consider it, it’s gone, like ash tumbling through the air.

You’ve become quietly covetous.  The first place your eyes fall when you see another guy is the place on their bicep where the sleeve falls.  Even better if the entire peak is displayed, from the small cannonball of the deltoid down to the olecranon of the elbow.  Next, if available, the etched diamond of the calf muscle.  Even better if the shorts fall just above the kneecap, displaying the firm teardrop of the vastus medialis.

And you see?  In your covetousness, you’ve eagerly sought out the information necessary.  What these muscles are called.  How to name them.  The deltoids.  The biceps.  The biceps femoris.  The quadriceps.  The abdominals, the serratus.  The pectorals.  You’ve become a student of the male body - and your major is the muscles.  You hungrily seek out this information.  Again, you’d stop to ask why, but that’s just one of those idiot details.  Your broad strokes of thought boldly wash out those hesitant, pencil-like scrawlings.  

Your conversation shifts, too.  Your remarks, even just the little off-cuff remarks you make to co-workers, are about your newfound interest.  You might even tentatively complain a little, about your sore quads, or how your pecs feel so full, but so tight, since yesterday was chest day, bro.

Let’s take a break.  You have the tableau, you see the players.  One of those players is, in fact, you.  Big picture.  And the other, well, he’s grinning just out of the corner of your eye, when you lay together, spent & exhausted on the bedspread.  You might even be covered in cum, but you’re laughing, a big gusty sound that originates from down in your chest - actually, come to think of it, where most of your sound comes from these days.  You’ve been feeling yourself expanding, somehow.  Slowly, but surely.

Is this magic?

You tell me.

You’re lying there, next to him.  You play your hands over the contours of his muscles.  He loves it when you knead into his rhomboids, his lats.  You’re kept in a slight state of astonishment whenever you see his chest.  He likes it that way.  Flexes for you, with his eyes and grin fixed on yours.  Later, he’ll cinch the measuring tape around your waist, around your chest, tug it tight around your bicep.  And you’ll flex, and you’ll laugh.  Because you know that number is gonna get higher, and higher, just as maybe your IQ number might be getting a little lower.

Somewhere inside of your skull, that little scratching sound, that pencil cribbing in the margins, is worrying over that detail.  You can hear it, but just like living in the Big City, there’s always some kind of noise, some kind of static.  As easily as a gnat at your ear, you whisk it away with an absent-minded dismissal.  Because

“Gym time, boy.”  And the seriousness of his words expand in the air, creating an invisible push at the small of your back.  You go together, and he observes, and he watches.  He corrects your form.  Sometimes you spot one another on the bench.  You workout until you both shake with effort and hunger.  And probably a little from that bomb-ass pre-workout, too.  Damn, does that shit fizz in the veins.  And it makes the veins pop, too!  You love marvelling at the way your veins pop out against your growing bicep.  You love the comments people give, those commonplace “Wow!  You’ve been working out, huh?”  

“Sure,” you grunt in modest reply, and flex, perhaps a little conspiratorially, like you’re sharing a secret with this awed co-worker.  And one day, you might notice out of the corner of your eye, this guy that’s kinda been following you for a block or two.  

Full circle, bro.  You might be just aware of the eyes prickling against your skin.  The way your shorts and Chicago Bulls jersey fall on your frame.  You’ve long since ditched the glasses, and you sport shades now - mirrored ones, like aviators.  Just like everything else you’re wearing, he picked it out.

At the crosswalk, the little orange hand turns solid and you come to a stop.  You are tired from your workout, but not too tired to stretch, turning that stretch into a surreptitious flex.  You might even lower your shades and wink at the guy you feel gaping at you, trying successfully to blend into the crowd of other normal people.  How badly you want to warn him - no, not warm him, haha, what the hell would you be warning the little dude about?  More like, you wanna turn around and be like BRO, JUST LIFT and see the reality registering in his eyes, see him start to change too.  See him start to expand, see his chin lift, see the ink - just like yours, big tribals, so much depth, you could stare for hours - just materialize on his skin.

And maybe he does.  Maybe that poor, shrimpy onlooker with more weight in his skull than muscles on his bones feels that subtle, shifting wind.  Maybe he, too, inhales - inhales deeper than he ever has before, scours out the basement of his body with his breath, and lets it out in a huge, gusty exorcism.  Maybe he turns the corner and puts pen to paper at the front counter, and finds himself waking up in the morning with new ideas, thoughts, plans, goals.  

Maybe you’re contagious.  That thought makes you laugh - it’s really more a guffaw, now, this deep sort of chuckle that makes you sound a little bone-headed.  Like maybe lifting is catching, bro.  How sweet would that be?

And the future is still ahead of you, though you don’t pay it much mind.  You follow the street home to him, to his words, to his gaze, to his arms around your body.  To the murmurs you’ll forget as he talks you down, smiling at you the whole time.

It isn’t magic, because there’s no such thing as magic, right?  But it’s close enough to be effective, so maybe it is.  

Anyway, if he told you there was such a thing as magic, you’d believe him.

You’d believe anything.

Of course, when Arturo reads this, his mind focuses on his TRUE Sir, the one who guides him through his #growthjourney. But it’s comforting to know there are others like you out there, Arturo, isn’t? Other males embracing the beast that awakens. Bros ready to surrender and give in. Bros bros ready to grow as commanded. Yes. It is comforting. So relax Arturo. Let your balls churn, let them pump testosterone through your boiling blood. Breath into your musky pits. Put that chain on. Inhale deeper. And get ready to becum.

- Fran

You know it’s time to accept it

Yes, boy hypnosis has been always being a thing for you, looking this relaxing GIF I’ve made for good boys like you makes you realize, that you have been made to be hypnotize. This GIF absorbs your concentration and your thoughts, even when you are not watching it, it still being in your mind, arousing you, and maybe you are trying to resist the idea, but it feels so good to let me play with your mind. You find kind of stimulating the fact I know what you exactly need and how good are you feeling about it. Yes, boy I know you want and need to relax, and I know you probably want to see that beautiful GIF again, and also you are tempted to touch your nipples in the same way, let yourself get deeper this time in it.

And yes boy the more you see this GIF the better you feel, you feel how following my instructions and commands brings you even in a better state, more relaxed, more satisfied, better, deeper. You like to be commanded by me good boy, you like how my words reach you deep and make you feel so good. How just reading and maintaining my stimulating words on your mind makes everything easier. Thinking for yourself can be hard and if I am here even unnecessary, Because I know what you need and what you want, you don’t have to worry, all that unnecessary thinking and hideous worries must be left out of your mind, your mind likes to be filled with my words, my commands make echo in your mind and your entire body cant help but feeling good with it. Let my words reach you even deeper and take a while watching the GIF again as the good boy you are.

And you feel even better, you are each time going down under to this exciting state of total relaxation and acceptance. And you know you always wanted it, that feels good that feels arousing you can’t help but fall into the constant echo of my orders in your mind, your own thoughts and worries obliterate toward the much most powerful and stimulating power of my words in your mind. You know slowly is time to let all that revolting resistance out of you and let you enjoy the pleasure you have been always wanting to experience. Just let me the PUPCOACH take control, because you know what you need, what you want and what you love, and you can’t deny it in this deep point you just feel how right is accepting the fact that you love being hypnotized by me. And I know you will love to stare this sexy GIF a while more and let its message being imprinted in your already open and accepting mind.

 And here you are knowing already what you are, you are my OBEDIENT MUSCLE BOY. There’s no need to deny it that’s no need to resist, you love me commanding you, you love to obey and submit. Accepting what you are brings you into the deepest states of ecstasy. And you feel how the only way to fulfill your own needs, to really be complete is letting me have the entire control of you mind and subsequently your body. Experiencing how my words have turned you into my mindless OBEDIENT MUSCLE BOY is amazing and you can’t think in nothing else that what I am implanting in your mind boy and you have never felt better. Let yourself see the GIF one time more and after that is not going to be return because in this point your mind is already mine and you love it.

Now is time to obey boy, to be the submissive mindless jock boy you are. You embrace it you are an OBEDIENT MUSCLE BOY and you love being dominated by me your master the PUPCOACH. And yes, I know that hearing that I am your master makes you happy even to smile dumbly this happiness and pleassure. As a muscled jockboy you love to FLEX and train, you love to make those muscles growth and you love being flexible for me as well. I want you to FLEX it came some naturally to you boy, feeling the power of being muscled, and you also love the gainz and the GROWTH  in each muscle and fiber of your body. FLEX and GROWTH, eating well training religiously is part of you. Each time you go for that extra rep with you 110% or that you follow obediently a meat plan you feel how proud I am of you, telling you the good boy you are and that is something you love boy. You love making me proud, you are my proud OBEDIENT MUSCLE BOY. Maybe you show yourself as dominant toward other people or submissive as now, but you know that you really love being a submissive hypnoboy with me, and I love you being submissive boy, accepting that you love that part of you and living it with me.

You are my OBEDIENT MUSCLE BOY. And you know how you can be the perfect boy for me, following my orders and I want you to train your body, visualize yourself as the perfect OBEDIENT MUSCLE BOY  as the perfect piece of art trophy boy, as my perfect trophy boy, see your bing guns and huge pecs with really sensible nips that you love to be touched and stimulated, with your delts and shoulder big and swole, with a ripped six-pack and a wide back giving your upper body that beautiful V shape. Visualize and feel also your calves growing and your legs becoming the muscle wheels giving you that desired X shape and especially visualize those glutes, you are going to train them especially hard because I love boys with beefy bubble butts, and you will turn your ass into your best asset, imagine yourself as a bubblebutted boy building it to be shown as a BOOTYBUILDER yes boy you love being called like that, even if you are straight you love training religiously your butt, you love it being big a well formed as the PUPCOACH’s trophy boy you are.    

And remember as an OBEDIENT MUSCLE BOY I also want you to be confident with you own sexual boy, yes you are a sexual boy, a jockslut who loves sex and loves exploring new things. Who loves his body being praised and who loves showing it off. Yes, boy your body deserve to be shown, you clothes must be tight and exalt your assets, your muscles and sexy body. Especially your swimwear and underwear must be sexy, visualize yourself using just tight briefs, jockstraps, bodybuilding suits and thongs as underwear, you love it as the OBEDIENT MUSCLE BOY you are boxer shorts and boxer briefs are boring and you deserve better you are a perfect molded OBEDIENT MUSCLE BOY. Also, your swimmwear must show how proud you are, tight speedos is your thing, boxer shorts are not for you, you are a sexy boy who loves showing his body and showing himself as an slutty muscled himbo. I am transforming you into a himbo and that is what you have been born to be, a himbo bubblebutted boy, and as one even if you are straight you have to know inside your ass you have a really special spot, wich is going to make you melt in pleASSure when you stimulate it, yes boy your ass is a sexual organ and being stimulated there is so awesome that is going to be the main one. Play with it, enjoy that pleASSure as an OBEDIENT MUSCLE BOY.

Now OBEDIENT MUSCLE BOY is time to show other boys how awesome is being hypnotized, I want you to reblog this post with the message “I am Pupcoach’s mindless OBEDIENT MUSCLE BOY let yourself be transformed in one as well” and if you are on a private place take the opportunity to take a slutty picture of yourself flexing, the less clothes you use the better it is, to protect your privacy avoid showing your face and send it to me as the OBEDIENT MUSCLE BOY you are. After that you will count down from 10 to 1 and you will wake up feeling awesome from being and OBEDIENT MUSCLE BOY.

That male to whom you open your soul. To whom you reveal yourself - and who reveals you.

That man you allow to know you better than you know yourself.

That brother who can call you on your bullshit, pull you out of your misery with a witty joke, force you to lift for one more with nothing but a glare, 

The one who makes you...

Stronger.  Bigger.  Better.

MANLIER.

That beast who understands your primal nature, and helps you draw it out. Who does not fear your testosterone, your musk or your proximity. With who being raw, naked, emotionally and physically, is the only thing that feels right.

That man who fulfills your deep, universal longing for male bonding. To find a male who will mold you into a greater version of yourself. From man to titan.

Seek the unconditional love of your musclemate. And grow with him. GROW, beast!

My first time in a sex shop

My heart was racing. It was hard to concentrate on driving while my mind was thinking about what I was about to do. My first time in a sex shop. I was going because my owner told me to get a butt plug, and because I’m an obedient muscle sex slave y was about to do it. Maybe for most of you going to a sex shop is not a big deal, but it was for me and was excited.

I arrived at the place. I parked right in front.  A lot of neon lights welcomed me. I did not stay in the car longer. I jumped out of my car, and enter the store. Honestly, I don’t know what was I expecting but It was brighter than I thought. Four employees were chatting happily close to the cash register: two guys and two girls.

“Hello, welcome to Galaxy” told one of the girls.

“Thank you,” I said, and I started to look around.

There were a lot of things that I only saw in the movies before. Whips, flashlights, all kinds of dildos, big, extra big, and huge! Lubricants, vibrators, and things that I have no idea what was for it. Despite my best efforts, I’m sure I looked lost because one of the employees, the same one that welcomed me came to my rescue.

“Do you need help? Something in specific that you are looking for?”

There was no point in pretending.

“The truth is that I’m new in all this” I confessed. “And I’m looking for… a butt plug?”

“Yes,” She said immediately “We have them over here”

She walked to one side of the store and I followed her.

“From here to the cock pumps are the butt plugs. Look around, see if there is something you like, and tell me if you have any questions” And she leaves me alone in front of all those butt plugs.

It was overwhelming. I had no idea that would be so many different. But at the same time, I felt so powerful and manly looking at those butt plugs. I was being obedient, I was doing what I was commanded, and despite my nervousness, I was there and that made me feel fucking awesome.

I’m pretty sure I looked more confused than before because now another employee, a guy this time, came to offer help.

“I’m new in all this,” I said again, “so I’m looking for something for beginners, but my (owner, master, sir) friend has this fantasy of my using the plug through the day, so need to be safe,” I explained.

The employee pointed me to two different ones that could work and even told me that I could take pics and send them to my “friend” and see if he liked them. And he left. At that moment I realized that I was in another world—a world where I could say out loud my kinky fantasies. I felt a sensation of freedom.

After a few more minutes I finally choose one. THE one. The one that I will take home and will be up in my butt.

I went to the cashier; he looked at the product and asked me if I also wanted some lubricant.

“Do I?” I ask.

The cashier smiled at me and took me now to another wall with a lot of lubricants. Sizes, brands, colors, even flavors... I give up.

“Which one is the best one?” I asked

He took one and put it on my hand. “That one,” He said.

“O.k. I will take this one too!” I said happily.

For some reason, it felt good to be the new guy, the one who doesn’t know but is learning, and if something I’m good at is in learning new stuff.

I paid, and I left the store like a kid with new candies.

Immediately I sent a pic to my Master feeling proud as fuck. Now you are wondering how it felt using the butt plug for the first time… well, that is another story.            

Hey Arturo! @lookintomyeyesboy and @brounderconstruction wrote a post for you.

-Fran

I understand that need. Obey just feels right, like there is where I belong. Now my muscle body, all those workouts have a purpose, sirve to my Sir. And the bigger I get, the most alpha monster fucking manly muscular beast I get... the most I want to be control/use for my Sir. Fuck, I guess he really own me. -Arturo

The body is just a plaything of the mind.

No matter how big and powerful the body is, the mind is the one in charge, and if you control the mind you control everything. 

My Master is a small dude. I could break him in half with one hand. But he controls me and there is no way I could resist him, because he owns my mind.

“Get naked” he says, and I obey. There is no doubt in my mind who is the stronger man here, and it’s not me.

I am a slave. I exist to obey and serve. When I fuck him or when he fucks me, it’s just him, using my body for his pleasure the way he wants, and it’s his right to take me and my privilege to serve him.

I open my pants and take them down, ready for sex.

The body is just a plaything of the mind and  my mind is a plaything of his, so I am a plaything for his will, to take and use how he wants to.

I don’t know what he will do with me right now and I don’t care. What matters is that he will get to be served, and that I have a chance to be his slave, his servant, his fuck toy.

His plaything.

Another jocktoy aspiring to find his Alpha. Make it happen.

Anyone interested in molding me into their himbo boytoy? If so DM me 😉

Why hold back? 

Let your Sir unleash the beast that growls within you.

You exist to GROW.

Let your Sir sculpt you.

Do you feel my fuckpole in your ass? It gives you power to squat heavier and grow bigger. I will turn you into a titan.

Made stronger through deep male bonding.