I Can’t Wait To Start Training Arturo This Way! This Is What Pure Manliness Is About. Fighting Spirit,

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

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.

24 hours Edging.

As always, the instructions were simple but hard to follow. My Master commanded me to edge for 10 minutes every hour for the next 24 hours and send him a pic as proof. There was just one thing I could say to that: Sir, Yes, Sir!

I was excited at first. Be available to touch myself, make myself hard and edge for 10 minutes it stop... and repeat again after 45 minutes sounded as heaven, but like everything with Fran... pleasure and torture is the same thing.

I started at Friday 9:00 pm. It was easy to get hard. My cock in my hand jerking slow and steady, enjoying every second. 10 minutes felt as 10 seconds. Then my Sir wrote me to stop touching me but my cock stayed hard for longer.

I repeat the same for the next couple hours. 10:00 pm. 11:00 pm. 12:00 pm... and then things started to get complicated.

That day I was awesome since four in the morning, so I had been for 20 hours awake already. I was tired, my eyes barely were open. I set alarms for every hours for the next six hours and felt asleep.

At 1:00 my alarm went off and I started to jerk off. Edging and producing precum. 10 minutes passed by, I send him a pic and went back to sleep. I did the same proses all night long. Sometimes I was already hard when I waked up. Sometimes I don’t even remember taking the pic, but was there. I jerked off and edged no out of lust. I did it because I’m an obedient Jocktoy. My body, mind and cock belong to my Master.

At 6:10 am, after send the pic I finally get up the bed and I made some coffee. I started my normal Saturday day... just with the difference of being naked and jerking off every hour.

As the day went by I was getting more and more horny every time. 45 minutes seemed as very long time to wait. I funded myself unavailable to do anything else... u just wanted to jerk off again. Feel my powerful (and sore now) cock on my hands. I crave to send a new pic to my Master. He wrote me several times during the day checking on me and to be sure I was following his instructions. Of course I was, I’m a good muscle boy.

That day is a blur in my mind. I just can remember the feeling of being an animal. A horny beast that wanted to be used and enjoy sexual pleasure. My cock got so sensitive, my balls so fucking full. The last couple hours my Master signed in Kik and was there with me the whole time. He give me instructions about how to jerk off and how he wanted his pics. I followed everything instruction... happily. I’m so hard right now writing this and reliving that day.

I was a piece of muscle meat. I was a sextoy. I was a muscle bull ready to be milked. I was my Master’s Jocktoy. My mind empty and my cock full. I had never felt so powerful and manly.

The last edge of the day we did it together. My Master and I jerked off at the same time. He told me to shut up and just jerk off while he wrote me encouraging words as we edged together. Master-Salve connected.

At the end he did not allowed me to cum. I did not care... whatever he said goes. We said goodbye. I said Thank you. And I slept deeply.

At the next day I was still tired, sore and very confuse. “What the fuck happened yesterday? It was all real or just a dream?” But then Kik chimed. I look at my phone. Was Fran sending me some of the pics I sending him last day... yep, everything has been real... and I was hard again.

-Arturo

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