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

 Swollen.

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“What’s happened to me?”

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.

Journey Update

Has been a while since I have posted something about my journey with my Master Fran... but I guess is because everything has been great. Hotter. Hornier. Deeper. Wilder.

Journeys are that, a journey. Is movement, evolution, growth. Shouldn’t be the same as the last day. And this journey has made Sir even more my Master and I, his Soldier, has become more his MuscleSlave.

He owns me. I owned me before. But now is deeper. The connection is stronger. I’m chained but not with physical chains (but still some times he ask me to wear it for fun). I don’t consciously submit, now is part of me and who I am.

When he text me I get immediately hard. I never jerk off without his permission. I cum hands free as he likes. I use my jockstrap to go for a run and workout and I never wash it. I’m allow to play with my muscles, nipples and asshole but my cock is his. When I send him pictures I better smile because he likes that. I’m always honest and never lie to him. He likes to use me. He likes to drive me intensely insane making me horny. He likes to have control over my mind and body. He is a real fucking manly alpha. All this and more I have learned and there’s no need anymore for us to talk about all this. We just know.

He has created a safe space for me to explore my sexuality and at the same time he is exploring his. We have gone beyond our old limits and we still discovering sexual pleasures to enjoy. Fuck yes we are!!

In this journey he has give me a lot of names: Jocktoy, Slave, MuscleSlut, Fucker, Cocksucker, Soldier, MusclePet, Arturo... and many more, and I love everyone of them because is the tag he gives me. That My Master give me. And I am all that and many more to discover.

He is rough on me because he knows I can take it. And also he knows when I just need to be petted on the head to make me be calm. He-knows-me.

This journey has bring us closer and closer. Each one knows his place. I know mine and I embrace it.... yes, I’m crazy horny about him.

-Arturo.

Every visit to the gym, every weight you touch, every rep you perform, every set and workout you complete you do to honor your Master. Yes, the road is long. Yes, the work is hard. Yes, you sweat. Yes, you grunt and find yourself dizzy from the strain. But then your Master rewards your efforts by emptying your mind with his deep voice, and the intense, blissful mindfucking you’ve come to lust after. Your last, vanishing thought as you let go and accept his powerful control and your own growing obedience is that it was worth every bit of effort, and you’d do it all over again if you could. And tomorrow at the gym, you will.

Community.

Local boy too unfocused to stick to a hobby, dabbles between wanting to be an artist, activist and bodybuilder; can’t concretize a reality that includes all three.

It’s hella hard! But fuck it. I wanna be a jacked jack of all trades.

Here’s a wonky flex cuz why not.

Happy New Year to all the jocks, himbos, bulls and bros living in this corner of the internet.

Follow through with your goals. Grow. Flex. Be a slut. And follow all of your Coach’s orders. They know best.

Been taking on more files and pushing myself to workout more. We are all going to grow bigger and better 💪🏼

In this new hear jock up and make all your fantasies reality bro

Workout, eat clean, supplements, rest. A jock life. I have been in this journey of become Fran’s muscle Jocktoy for almost a year. I have changed physically and mentally a lot. But even I have enjoyed every minute of this journey, some times becomes “normal” for me. Until something happen and reminds me that being a Jocktoy makes me stand out above the others.

Yesterday I was working at the office. Suddenly an old coworker came by for some paperwork. And as soon he saw me he shouted:

“Damn, Arturo, you have been working out!! You are big!!”

No, “hello”. No “how have you been?”. He’s first and only comment was about my new body. At first his comment got me by surprise, but then, without thinking, I started flexing my arms and chest as the Jocktoys that I am. He looked at me and then he told to the nearest guy that was there: “He used to be skinny, now he have muscles!”

I said thanks, we shaked hands and he left.

I got back to work and then my mind turned on again, and I told to myself “What the fuck was that?!!” People noticing my improvements, Me flexing and showing off my muscles. All that is new to me... and I love it!!

I am a jock. I am a Jocktoy. I am Fran’s Jocktoy. I have found my place.

-Arturo

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A good Owner understands the importance of back day. Uncoached guys generally focus on biceps and maybe pecs and think they’ll feel manlier. They realise how little they actually felt the day they flex the wings their Owner forced them to grow. Flex for me beast, and feel your balls churning. I’ve turned you into the titan I envisioned. Now take flight, son of Hilo, and let me show you off to the world. Let us make them gasp. For this is just the beginning.