The Kind Of Skills You Gotta Have To Take Your Boys On A Wild Camping Trip. I Wonder How Many Of Those

Owned.

Saw this on FB and I think @warriormale would appreciate it

Morning coffee

Early morning. All is quiet. You’ve slipped out of bed to start making the coffee. You smile, thinking how nice it’ll smell when I finally wake up. You already imagine walking back to my bedroom, two cups of coffee in hand. Lost in thoughts, you gasp as hands come from behind to caress your hands. You moan softly, but don’t look bad, don’t say a word. You haven’t been given permission to speak yet. The hands continue to explore your body, the manhandling picking up in strength. You stare at the coffee machine, as your breathing accelerates. You feel controlled. Objectified. The sound of the dripping coffee and your hushed moans break the morning silence. The breath on your neck is warm. Manly. You imagine the breath’s caress melting your whole swole body. Melting into a giant erection. You are a large penis, and hands over your body make shiver with lust. Thus abandoning yourself, you feel one hand covering your mouth, pressing a finger so you can do what you do so well: suck. You feel the other hand forcing you to bend. Instinctually, you spread your ass and grab the kitchen counter. You feel a warm cock press at the entrance of your most intimate hole. You let the cock push forward, enter you. Wondering, for a brief moment, if you could deny entrance. Your mancunt is forced wide open as the cock pushes deeper in. And a rhythm is found: with each hump, you fall deeper into your daydreaming. Your cock leaking as you enjoy being forcefully taken. The coffee machine is almost done. You feel the cock moving faster inside of you, inflating further. As if in a race against the coffee machine, you feel the cock erupt in you, exploding and filling you with semen. For a second you black out. When you shake awake, it is because you hear the beep the coffee machine makes to indicate it is time for you to pour the dark liquid in two cups. Confused, you think that your daydreaming is becoming more and more real. You look down and you see all of the precum that has leaked through your cock cage. You smile, amazed that I’ve trained you to leak even without a full erection. You grab the two cups and turn around to head up to my bedroom. You know it won’t be long now before I wake up, and you look forward to my appreciative nod as you’ll extend your arm and offer me a cup of warm coffee with your cutest puppy eyes.It is only once you start going up the stairs that you feel something leak out of you. Warm male seed starts running down your legs as you raise move them to go to the second floor. It dawns on you that maybe you didn’t daydream after all. Maybe, just maybe, you’ve truly just been given a sense of what your OWNER has planned for you today.

“THE COVE” BY HUSSKONI

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Turns out old dogs can learn new tricks

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.

Day 2 of a real Extreme Jocktoy Week

Is just the second day and I’m horny as fuck. Is the jock, tha chain, the lock, and the torture idea of knowing that I can’t cum. But I have to say that my Sir was right, all that frustration helped me to workout harder and wilder at the gym.

Today was arm day and I destroyed my biceps and triceps. But before that... I worked at home all day wearing my chain. I even had a webcam meeting and I did not take it off. I just put it under my shirt and try not to move so much so it doesn’t make noice. Oh the noice. Every time this chain rattle remembers me that I have a Master. Later I went to the store. People did not really noticed, until I got to the cashier. He was a young boy, he looked at my chain and said: hard core. I smiled.

I have to say that it felt wierd take it off at the gym. But it would have been impossible workout with this thing around my neck. I put it back immediately after I took my shower at the gym.

Edging before the gym has been hard, but I’m sure would be impossible after the gym. I got out of there even more hornier, if that is possible.

Now I’m here, at my bed, wearing just my jock and chain, writing this post as I have been instructed. I know soon I will use the key and take the chain off so I can go sleep... but I really don’t want to do it.

-Arturo

@brounderconstruction @ozalpha @rievous @justadumbjock @jockintraining @meathead1997

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

Hey Arturo! @lookintomyeyesboy and @brounderconstruction wrote a post for you.

-Fran

I understand that need. Obey just feels right, like there is where I belong. Now my muscle body, all those workouts have a purpose, sirve to my Sir. And the bigger I get, the most alpha monster fucking manly muscular beast I get... the most I want to be control/use for my Sir. Fuck, I guess he really own me. -Arturo

The body is just a plaything of the mind.

No matter how big and powerful the body is, the mind is the one in charge, and if you control the mind you control everything. 

My Master is a small dude. I could break him in half with one hand. But he controls me and there is no way I could resist him, because he owns my mind.

“Get naked” he says, and I obey. There is no doubt in my mind who is the stronger man here, and it’s not me.

I am a slave. I exist to obey and serve. When I fuck him or when he fucks me, it’s just him, using my body for his pleasure the way he wants, and it’s his right to take me and my privilege to serve him.

I open my pants and take them down, ready for sex.

The body is just a plaything of the mind and  my mind is a plaything of his, so I am a plaything for his will, to take and use how he wants to.

I don’t know what he will do with me right now and I don’t care. What matters is that he will get to be served, and that I have a chance to be his slave, his servant, his fuck toy.

His plaything.