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.
I woke up and all I knew was that I was tied up. I remember finishing my workout last night and heading at home. The parking lot was empty and dark. I just had the light of the full moon. I got in my car and when I turned the key a song came out of my radio. It was the first time I hear that song but sounded familiar. At the beginning was just instruments but then a voice sang… or talked, I don’t know. And then my eyes closed. But right before I pass out I saw that somebody was siting in the back sit of my car. Now I’m here. Tied up. Blind folding. Naked. And a hand touch my chest. Go down to my abs. Rub my arms and shoulders. Grab my cock with no respect. I feel like and object. The hand start jerking me off. I moan. “What is your name?” I manly voice ask me. “Fuck you!” I answer. The man go faster and harder. It feel so good. “What is your name?!” “Arturo” I answer trembling. “No. What is your name. Don’t think. Just feel and listen my voice. What is your name?” I don’t have idea what he is talking about. But that hand on my cock. That manly voice. It’s like… “My name is…” “What is your name?!!” The voice sound like a thunder in my head. I’m about to cum. My muscles are tight. I’m going crazy. To much pain and pleasure. “My name is…” With the other hand pinch my nipples and I lost it. My mind goes a way. My body surrender. “My name is Solider! I’m Soldier, Sir!!” I shout as my load of cum fall at my abs and chest. And I remember. I am Soldier and that voice is my Sir’s voice. He is training me to become a muscle beast. How did I forget that? Now I feel at home. “Good job. Now you are programmed again. Lest do this again in a month. When we have a full moon again.” “Sir, Yes, Sir!”
And do it with a brother. Meaningful #malebonding is what will help you conquer the world. Find yourself a #musclemate, find yourself a Pack. And get ready to take over the world, beast.
So proud of his own big, flexed biceps
A good Jocktoy has to be always ready to show and prove that is worth to his Master.
Is about pride, is about the right thing to do. Is about purpose.
-Arturo
Leo Lumbar @bicepsinsleeves
Dads... and Pack members.
You gotta find your Band of Brothers, bro. They’ll carry you just as far.
#TheDapperExecutive
That moment when your mind goes empty. You feel, you know, that your control is dripping out of you as you submit once again to him. And feels so fucking good.
He owns you. That is clear. When he talks, when he turns his Master mode on there is nothing you can do. In one moment you can be chatting as two normal bros. But then you see it in his eyes. You notice on his voice. Something has changed. He wants to own you NOW.
You start stutter, you forget what you were saying. You just stare at his eyes. Until in a natural way you put your head down waiting for him to do... whatever he wants. He is your Master. And then here it comes the touch. His hands on you. That touch that you were missing so much. Your muscles tense when he touches you. Your breathing goes deeper and slower but your heart goes at 100 miles per hour. Your brain shuts off and all your animal instincts wake up. You are a beast now. A tamed beast. A muscle beast with an owner that doesn't need chains anymore to control you. He owns your body. He owns your mind. And feels so fucking right.
-Arturo
Iron sharpens iron. Only one man can teach another man, this is called brotherhood. Two men are strengthened by male complicity. Men are men because of virility. Virility is built with sweat, struggle, strength and power. The masculine mentality has to be shared between men. Brother helps another brother to be stronger. Every man must have his gang , every man needs to have a brother by his side to fight and be increasingly manly
Ferro afia ferro. Apenas um homem pode criar outro homem, isso se chama fraternidade. Dois homens se fortalecem na cumplicidade masculina. Homens são homens por causa da virilidade. A virilidade é construída com suor, lutar, força e poder. A mentalidade masculina tem de ser compartilhada entre homens. Irmão ajuda outro irmão a ser mais forte . Como homens devemos ter nossa tribo, todo homem precisa ter um irmão ao lado para lutar e ser cada vez mais másculo.
Documenting the #GrowthJourney of two bruhs turning into hypermasculine primal beasts. Breathe our musk in and turn, too.
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