Day 7 Of A Real Extreme Jocktoy Week

Bro-Coded

It’s not like what you see in the movies. At least not for me. Or not yet.

If I’ve noticed anything annoying about hypnokink culture it’s the tendency sometimes to generalize too much from one person’s experience. Results, in short, may vary.

But presently I feel like I have bees buzzing in my head. Or like I did that time after the bar exam when I could not navigate my way out of a simple parking lot. Or like I just woke up from a long nap and have to separate out the events that occurred in my dreams from the waking world.

I am awake. I know what I’m doing and who I am. I am remembering everything. And I am writing these words.

But I have a list burning in my head, of things to do and not to do. A list that is strange because I did not put it there. I could ignore the list, sure. Now, I am more or less a competent adult. I have never met the list’s author, and I would not recognize him if I met him. There are no penalties here, not even those afforded by a slave contract. But the option of disobeying seems bad and confusing. Something about it makes my skin itch like a sunburn, and causes my gorge to rise a little.

Complying with the list though seems easy and obvious. Not beneficial or good, but obvious. And I know that as I comply, it will only get more easy and obvious to comply more. Compliance will reinforce compliance. That queue of tasks I am carrying around with me, that only I can see, will get stronger.

My submission will grow, with repetition, with work accomplished. Like a muscle, bro. And something else will atrophy. But right now that doesn’t seem terribly important. I even have trouble identifying it, putting a name to it.

And maybe, at some point further along, the notion that compliance is a choice won’t occur to me. Items on my list will appear, and I will do what they say, and it will all be very simple. That would be interesting.

Dominance

It’s not about dominance, it’s about know your place. You are the Master; you lead, you push, you create, you own. You are the Slave; you obey, you grow, you transform, you are his.

We are there for each other. We are complete together. And feels right.

-Arturo

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

My Thoughts on Muscle Growth

I want to be big. Huge. I want to transform my body into a fantasy. Giant muscles, over-proportioned. Pleasing men with how perfect and huge and unreal I will be. Huge pecs, huge butt, huge legs, huge back, huge shoulders. I love everything that makes me feel less and less normal as I grow. I want it to be difficult to find clothes that fit. I want to be so huge it’s difficult to get dressed, so huge that I will breathe heavily with every big step I take. Doors and seats will be too small for me. Being huge and submissive is what gives me  confidence- it is my purpose. By getting huge I feel more submissive, more immobile and reliant, more of a slave to my addiction of constantly training to gain muscle. I want anyone who looks at me to know I’m a musclefreak trophyboy.                                                

A virile man following the instructions of his Alpha. The grin as he embraces his manliness, his confidence. As he realises how he’s been sculpted into a beast others look at in awe. A beast others lust after. A Bull that will inspire other males to embrace their #growthjourney and becum what they know they ought to becum.

Deep down, you know it too. DRAW. THE. BEAST. OUT.

Mason

Master and slave.

Is more than a relationship, is a way to live. Is trust, growth, is to rely in each other. Being a Master or a Slave is to know your place and be proud.

-Arturo

A jocktoy’s hunger for his musclemate’s approval. An Alpha toying with his muscle pup. You can sense how badly the jocktoy wants his Alpha to take charge. He’s getting excited, shivering. Sculpted, chain around the neck. Bro cap. He’s being grown into a massive bull. And it feels so right. He’s gotten used to wearing little next to his Owner. Still covered in sweat from his last lifting sesh, he’s lusting to feel his Owner’s tongue, his manly touch. His approval. This is the transformative power of brotherhood. Turn into that virile, primal beast. Surrender to the need to GROW. Your fast hardening cock knows it’s what you long for.

Brotherhood.

Males are defined by the company they keep.

Seek men who inspire you. Who push you to grow. Mentally, physically. Men who won’t allow you to hold back, to shy away from unleashing your full potential. Men who won’t take “No” for an answer when they tell you you’ve got it in you to push that barbell one more time.

Men who won’t fear the companionship. Men who understand the primal need to touch, to own, to embrace you. Let your mouth open to receive their lust. Allow yourself to finally experience that absolute, that worry-free sense of belonging.

Allow yourself to grow for your brothers. Revel in the primal lust you ignite. Drop your clothes. Let the masks fall. Be who you were meant to be. A primal muscle god.

PUSH, HARDER.

Tom Faulk and Owen Michaels Bump! (2014)

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

FIRST TIME COCK CAGED

Has been years since Fran and I started this journey. Years where we have been building our self, discovering, exploring and learning.

We know our places. He is my Owner and I am his muscle object.

And now, we are reaching a new milestone, finally I have been cock caged. It feels right, it feels the right moment, I’m physically, mentally and emotionally ready. My Master chose the perfect cage for me and I’m so happy to wearing it. I am his. He own me.

He is taking his time to slowly training me to use the cage and feel comfortable with it. He takes care of me like that. But the ultimate goal is soon be caged for 5 weeks.

If you have been following our journey, let me tell you there is still a lot ahead of us. We are not even close to be finishing. Come along with us in this ride. Enjoy (as I am enjoying it so horny all the time)