Day 3 Of A Real Extreme Jocktoy Week

Day 6 of a real Extreme Jocktoy Week

Sunday. I never workout in Sunday’s. Is my rest day. But this is Extreme Jocktoy Week so there is not rest day. First I did some fixings at home. Wearing just my jock and chain. I felt like Tarzan, Conan, or just a primal man that relay in his body and muscles to fix problems.

Later I started my hour of edging. This time I did it in front of a mirror. I flex. I grunted. I show off my muscles to myself. I punched my chest like a gorilla and I even licked my biceps. All this while I sniffed my jock. But I Did Not Cum.

With all that energy I was ready to go to the gym. Being challenged for a member of the pack, I did chest and biceps.

Chest

*Incline Dumbbell Press x 4 8-10 reps

*Incline Barbell Press x 4 6-8 reps

*Incline Dumbbell Flies x 4 8-10 reps

*Flat Barbell Press x 4 6-8 reps

*Flat Dumbbell Flies x 4 8-10 reps

Bicep

*Seated Alternating Curls x 3 8-10 reps

*Wide Grip EZ Curls x 3 8-10 reps

*Hammer Curls x 3 8-10 reps

*Curl DBs up alternatively, across body x 3 8-10

At the locker room, after my shower, I got dress and I put my chain on. Some guys saw me do it. It was amazing when I looked them at their eyes and they looked down in silence.

The rest of the afternoon I spend it feeding my body, drinking protein shakes and resting on my bed watching TV. Tomorrow is Monday. Back to work, but my jock and chain stay on me. I’m a beast. I’m a muscled Jocktoy

-Arturo

@jockbros @jockstrapstuds @brounderconstruction @rievous @jockintraining @becumbigdumbjockboi @alpha-jock-boy @meathead1997

For the past four years, I have sat here on this account, reblogging all the guys I found hot or guys that I wished I looked like. For the past four years, I sat here jacking off to guys, longing to be as muscular, as huge, as ripped as these men. For the past four years, I have not come any closer to becoming that muscle bull I have always desired to be. That is, until this week.

I saw a post a little while ago from @jae-secret who talked about wanting to become jacked like the god Apollo, who wanted to become addicted to the gym. That just ignited something in me that had been dormant for ages. It created this fire, this insane drive for me to do the same as him, to become huge and obsessed with the gym and working out. That post was the key to awakening the beast inside me. I have seen many posts before where people have talked about what they want to become and what they are becoming but it never got to me. It just made me kinda horny honestly but never more than that. Jae’s post, however, spoke to me on a whole other level. Ever since then, I have felt like there are two minds that have been trying to exist at once in my head. One that is the old, boring me and one that is The Beast. They have been clashing and fighting and it has been very hard trying to stay focused and present in the moment. Now, The Beast is beginning to overpower the old me and it is the most blissful and best feeling in the entire world. It just feels right to let those primal instincts take over. Those instincts led me to @wildmusclebros who I began talking to. Their ideals, goals, and beliefs were exactly what I was looking for.

With inspiration and drive in hand, I signed up for the gym. On Tuesday, I took the plunge and drove to the gym. I was so excited, so pumped to begin my journey. I got there, parked, and could not move a muscle. My anxiety had kicked in, something I’ve dealt with all my life. Crippling me, the anxiety took hold of my mind, erasing any kind of motivation or happiness I just had. All I felt was fear. Fear to do anything. I sat there, frozen in my car, wishing I could just go in. The gym was right there, I was one step away from breaking free from my life of dullness, one step away from being exactly who I wanted to be.

30 minutes went by and I gave up. I could not push past the anxiety living inside of me. I felt useless, worthless, and defeated. I felt worse than I ever have about myself. I drove home feeling ashamed. I climbed in my bed and just stared, thinking about nothing. I spent most of the next day just feeling regret and disappointment. Then, I was reminded by wildmusclebros that I just need to take it easy and relax because the gym is just the gym. That stood out to me big time. The gym is just the gym, it isn’t the end of the world. The gym is full of people like me, who just want to workout. The gym is the place where I can feel most safe because it is full of people who all started out in the same place as me. I’m just at a different point than they are on the same line. That means that I can eventually get to that point other people are at. I can eventually get to the point where I am the biggest person in that gym and I can finally become what I feared. And that thought just makes me so undeniably horny and motivated.

So I went the next day. I still felt anxiety but I decided to let The Beast inside take control. I went through those gym doors with pride and it felt good. However, the anxiety stayed with me that whole time. I got on the treadmill and just walked. The anxiety began creeping into my mind but not nearly as bad as it had been the first night. The anxiety eventually found a way in and it prevented me from doing any weightlifting. But I still felt good.

Why though? I came to the gym to lift weights not walk on a treadmill. I can walk anytime I want at home. It’s because I went to the gym. I took my first steps into the gym. I checked in to the gym. I talked with the front desk guy. I went over and got on a treadmill, people neighboring me on both sides. I started the treadmill and walked for half an hour. I got off the treadmill. I walked out of the gym. All these acts were something I was not able to do before. They may be simple and easy but with the anxiety I have, these tasks are usually impossible. But I did it anyways. I conquered my anxiety, even though it was for a brief period of time. That’s why I felt good afterwards. Plus, I just felt so good having done physical activity, having gotten my body up and actually doing something.

It may take quite a long time for me to get fully accustomed to going to the gym without having anxiety, but I will fight to make that time as short as possible because it is all I want now. I know it isn’t going to be perfect from here on out either, but I can definitely put all my effort in to this and that is exactly what I am going to do. I am going to become a colossal muscle bull and no one, not even myself, is going to stop that.

Unleash The Beast 💪

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

A new beast enters the brotherhood!

This is a defining moment. One you’ll remember, Apollo-in-the-making. Don’t forget to keep pics of today. The first day you stepped into the Arena and became a gladiator. You don’t know how to pose, yet. But take pics. There’s nothing more inebriating than looking back at those old pics and remembering where the journey began. Just know one thing though. We’re not gonna let you stop at an Apollo physique. We’ll sculpt you into something the Gods themselves will leak buckets for. Be ready. It’s a tough journey. But you’ve faced your fears today. This can never, EVER be taken away from you. Many boys spend lifetimes lost in fantasies of growth. But you’ve found your True North. You’ve taken the first step towards unleashing all that raw, primal, masculine energy within you. Don’t hide that erection reading this is giving you. Wear that boner proudly. You’ve earned it. Every step of that journey makes you more man. Bask in the glory.

Welcome!

I’ve been chatting to WildMuscleBros today. Their a… consortium, or pack of masculine, muscular beasts. Simple as that. They’re the type of people I want to follow and learn from. I’ve always wanted to get jacked, get bulking biceps and fat pecs. To look like Apollo - the god of the sun, knowledge and generally jacked dude. But I’ve never set foot into a gym before. Sure, I’ve climbed and swam, but never been to a gym before. Weird right? He reminded me today that my confidence and pretty words of desire can only go so far. That to achieve my goals, I’d need action.

So today I did just that. I went to the gym.

Although Ive lived in my neighbourhood for three years, I had no idea where the closest gym was. But, with Google maps, I found it. The moment I entered the smell hit me. Sweat. It was as if all the oxygen had been deprived from the air and replaced with BO, the old fragrance for real men. My surprise must’ve been obvious as one of the reception people apologised and said that the aircon wasn’t working properly. I wasn’t phased: I liked it as it smelt manly. And then I looked around. Now, to be fair it wasn’t packed with people. But the people were huge. Pulsating muscle, colossal pecs and glistening bodies. Oh and the hair, the tufts of hair peeking out from under armpits and obviously too short tank tops. Ok it sounds great here but I was intimidated to all hell. I’m short and small and I’ve always felt intimidated by people bigger than me. I think it’s called short people syndrome? I digress, I bit my tongue, dug in my shoes, put on my EarPods and made a bee-line for the weights. I wasn’t going to run away cause of some guys. I picked up a pair - 7kgs - and I just started lifting. I did the same routine that I did with my weights at home, but more… I didn’t just do it once, but three times. I really, really enjoyed it. Maybe it was the atmosphere, perhaps the new experience. But I felt full of energy. Then I thought, hell let’s jump on the treadmill. And somehow I spent 30 minutes on that before a much larger - no not muscular - man stood behind me staring at the back of my skull to get the hell off. I was too hot and sweaty to say something. So I got off and moved on. I regret not going off to the benches, as that’s something I really want to learn how to do, but I was tired. And sweaty. Lucky tomorrows another day.

I went to the gym today and I fucking loved it. I know I’m going to keep going back. I’m going to keep going back until it’s an addiction, a lifelong love, something that I can’t give up. Something that I won’t give up.

The phrase “barrister beast” was thrown around when chatting to WildMuscleBros while taking about my goals. To become a masculine, colossal, hulking, sweaty, beast.

But I’m going to go a step further. I’m going to become a barrister beast, for sure, but I’m going to take a page out of Apollo’s book - I’m going to become a god.

“THE COVE” BY HUSSKONI

Give this new muscle growth story a watch my friends!

Please share and let me know your thoughts!!

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

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.

Let yourself be sculpted. Period.

Tim Budesheim.

The Pack, after an arm workout suggested by @primalenergy1. Grinning. Feeling connected. Bonded. 

 Swollen.

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