Pack’s Friday Challange

“Bro” is a magic word, when said by the right person.

When he hears it from the rest of the world it’s just that: Bro. A word. Three letters. It’s just a word he’s called by people that has no meaning at all.

But when his bro says it in that particular way, looking at him in the eyes, it’s like those three letters form a key to an entire new world of wonder and possibilities.

Bro.

It is who he is. It is what he is.

Just a bro.

When he’s a bro for his bro nothing is off limits. He has a bro body and a bro mouth and a bro ass that he uses to do with his bro the kind of things bros do with each other, and it’s all good and right.

Bros are supposed to fuck each other, it’s just that he forgets the rest of his life. But when he’s a bro with his bro he remembers, and he fells happy and good to get fucked, because it’s good to take care of his bro and have his bro take care of him.

Bros are not supposed to think. When he’s a bro to his bro, his brain goes slower and simpler. He’s too busy being happy and loving his bro to have time to think. So he just goes with the flow. He listens to his bro and does what he says because he knows deep inside that his bro knows better.

The rest of his life disappears, he’s just a simple easygoing bro for his bro, listening and obeying because that’s what bros do, fucking and getting fucked because that’s what bros do, and that, getting used in any way his bro wants, makes him truly happy.

Because that’s what bros do.

All I want 2 do now is flex.

its a cycle bro. Gym. Gainz. Flex.

fuuuck bro it feels sooo gud

uuuuuhhhh….. huhuhu

Bruh dont fight it. Just give in

2018-2019

Today happened something at my office and Fran told me to share it with you guys, so here it goes:

Today we had a “party” at the office (meaning cake and coffee in the conference room) I was siting and talking with a friend (girl) and then I went for more coffee. But when I came back I saw cake in my chair, so I assumed I was siting in a piece of cake. I touched my ass to see if I have some there but I couldn’t tell so I naturally I ask to my friend: “Do you see some cake on my pants?, I think I sat on cake” And I turned around so she can see if I did.

She did not answer but I noticed everybody was quiet. Everybody was looking at me. I told them, that I thought I sat in a cake and then I shake off my ass with my hand.

And a guy said: “Well, I guess that’s this years Christmas present for everybody” And everybody started laughing.

They started joking around about they want to clean my pants so I needed to take it off, that they don’t see well so they had to check again, that my ass was better than the cake, that I had some cake on my shirt so also I needed to take it offs... stuff like that.

I was the center of attention, well, my body was, and I loved it! I felt so proud. A fucking real jock right there.

Most of you don’t know but when this year started I was 165-170 lbs and I’m general I had not many plans or goals for this year, but then I changed my actitud, I got encourage for Fran, and now I finish the year with all my coworkers admiring and commenting about my muscle body and me feeling like a million dollars.

I know 2019 is going to be even better, because I have decided since today, and if I had changed so much just having Fran... what is going to happen now that I have a whole Pack?!!

(By the way... I had not cake in my pants hahaha)

-Arturo

Reblog if nothing gets you hornier than a great workout and getting pumped as fuck!!!!

Yesterday night I was on my bed reading. I had a good day and I was ready to sleep, but you know, I just was reading “that last chapter”, but then my phone sound. Was that particular sound that Kik does. Was Fran, my Sir. We say hi, we talked a little and then, suddenly, he told me, no, he commanded me to cum. Right there right now. I was already hard (I’m always hard with I talk with Fran), so I started jerking off. He demanded to go faster and cum immediately. I took my clothes off and i jerked faster. I came. My cum was all over me. I reported that I have cum, and then he told me to swallow my own cum. All of it. I said, Yes, Sir! I rubbed my fingers on my abs and chest, and I started to feed me. I licked and sucked the cum out of my fingers. Even at the next morning still I can taste it on my mouth. I told him I was done and clean. He respond with a simple: “Good. Cum again.” And that was all I needed to know to obey and start jerking off again. It took me a little bit longer but I was so turned on that I got hard without problem. I licked my hand and put my salive on my cock. I jerk harder and faster. I pull my ball a little and I twisted my nipples. I came. All my muscles shivered. I told Fran that I was done. He said: “Good boy. Is your cock hurting?” Me: “A little” Fran: “Then let’s go again” Again?! That is imposible, I told to myself, but I’m a Jocktoy. He owns me. What I said to myself is irrelevant. What Fran said is what matters. So I start stroking again. This time was harder, way harder. But Fran started yelling to me, pressuring me. That made me think about him being right there with me, milking me, his hand jerking me off, screaming to my face: Cum, Soldier, cum! My cock was hard, I was groaning loud… and I came for the third time. I told him that I was done. He told me to hydrate and go sleep. And he was gone. I stayed on the bed, tired, sore, sweaty, and my mind spending. What the fuck just happened? I was not sure. But I had a deep feeling that I had been used. A feeling of being just an object, a muscle meat… a Jocktoy. Then I smiled.

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

Another beast growing huge!

GAYBOY

Always ready for my Sir

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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.