Workout, Eat Clean, Supplements, Rest. A Jock Life. I Have Been In This Journey Of Become Fran’s Muscle

I woke up and all I knew was that I was tied up. I remember finishing my workout last night and heading at home. The parking lot was empty and dark. I just had the light of the full moon. I got in my car and when I turned the key a song came out of my radio. It was the first time I hear that song but sounded familiar. At the beginning was just instruments but then a voice sang… or talked, I don’t know. And then my eyes closed. But right before I pass out I saw that somebody was siting in the back sit of my car. Now I’m here. Tied up. Blind folding. Naked. And a hand touch my chest. Go down to my abs. Rub my arms and shoulders. Grab my cock with no respect. I feel like and object. The hand start jerking me off. I moan. “What is your name?” I manly voice ask me. “Fuck you!” I answer. The man go faster and harder. It feel so good. “What is your name?!” “Arturo” I answer trembling. “No. What is your name. Don’t think. Just feel and listen my voice. What is your name?” I don’t have idea what he is talking about. But that hand on my cock. That manly voice. It’s like… “My name is…” “What is your name?!!” The voice sound like a thunder in my head. I’m about to cum. My muscles are tight. I’m going crazy. To much pain and pleasure. “My name is…” With the other hand pinch my nipples and I lost it. My mind goes a way. My body surrender. “My name is Solider! I’m Soldier, Sir!!” I shout as my load of cum fall at my abs and chest. And I remember. I am Soldier and that voice is my Sir’s voice. He is training me to become a muscle beast. How did I forget that? Now I feel at home. “Good job. Now you are programmed again. Lest do this again in a month. When we have a full moon again.” “Sir, Yes, Sir!”

How the journey began. Two primal beasts on a #GrowthJourney, finding each other. A Soldier and a Sculptor. A surreal connection. An immediate attraction. Each instinctively understanding their respective potential. Each instinctively wanting to forcefully draw that potential out. Minds connected, two men, two tribal fighters moving as one. To GROW. On a quest for manliness. Bonding. Writing. Exploring. Discovering. This is just the beginning.  -Arturo & Fran

Assignment 2018: Musclemate

I have an assignment for those looking to train and develop physically in 2018. It doesn’t matter whether you plan to call yourself a jock or just to develop your body in an athletic and magnetic kind of way. I expect many of you will start to get aroused and captivated just reading about this assignment, which can allow you to anticipate the pleasure and reward of ultimately doing it.

Before I get to the assignment, I want to mention a couple of facts born out by multiple studies:

1. Acknowledgment is immensely powerful in propelling us to accomplish work far beyond what is dictated by reason.

2. That feeling that we’re doing something nice or helpful for someone is a powerful and compelling motivator.

So as you train your body, how do you get that acknowledgment and feeling of helping? You could, of course, show off your body to a crowd of nameless strangers (on Tumblr, for instance), but we’re much more powerfully motivated by those to whom we feel close, connected. That’s why children’s welfare charities will often send donors photos and stories of a specific child to sponsor - to create that feeling of connection to motivate the donor to give more. 

But acknowledgment and feeling of helping someone with your body can be hard to find with ordinary close connections. In conventional relationships, even romantic ones, prolonged focus on the athleticism and sexuality of one’s body is inappropriate. So the need arises for a new kind of relationship: a relationship between someone who works to develop and sculpt his body and someone who acknowledges and admires that body. For the purposes of this post, I shall call the person seeking to grow his body the trainee.  I shall call the person motivating him a musclemate.

The requirements for a musclemate are simple: he* must genuinely desire to help the trainee grow. He must feel genuine pleasure, a satisfiable lust at seeing a strong, athletic, attractive body. This pleasure is the helpful thing that the trainee will find so rewarding to create in his musclemate. Both the trainee and his musclemate must be comitted to protecting each other’s privacy. The relationship between a trainee and his musclemate should be a meaningful human connection, not a “transaction” just to get each other off. The more a trainee and a musclemate appreciate, respect, and connect to each other as people, the more the musclemate’s acknowledgment and pleasure can motivate the trainee. To keep the relationship personal and meaningful, a trainee should only have one musclemate. A musclemate should have only one trainee.

Those are the essential requirements. A musclemate may have additional knowledge or skills that he can bring to bear. He may be a hypnotist, a trainer, or a nutritionist. While helpful, such abilities needn’t be mandatory. That said, a trainee may be well justified in expressing additional requirements (such as age, gender, or type).

There are three variations of musclemates that, while all sharing the essential goals and requirements, each have a different power/status dynamic:

1. Muscle Master. A muscle master is a musclemate who’s in control. When the trainee has a desire to obey and to surrender to another’s will, a muscle master can harness that desire to deeper enflame that craving of the trainee to work out and grow. A muscle master may be able to dominate the trainee physically with his own body. He may be able to hypnotize the trainee and direct the trainee’s sexual desire to deepen the trainee’s obedience (this is what I do most often). Neither ability is required - the important thing for success as a muscle master is for the trainee to feel a deep, almost instinctive need to obey and please the master. The origin of that need is not important.

2. Muscle bro. This kind of musclemate is a trainee himself. Two muscle bros don’t have to train together. What’s important is that they regularly flex for each other and appreciate each other’s growth. A healthy rivalry can develop between two muscle bros. Perhaps the bro who makes bigger gains in a particular week can captivate his bro with his flexing, showing off for his bro harder and harder and sending him into a deep mesmerizing cloud of pleasure. The weaker bro might find himself becoming fascinated, with his self control seeping out of him, becoming open and maybe even obedient to his stronger muscle bro just then. Of course, both muscle bros must remember that the goal is their mutual growth, not domination. So the stronger bro, as he puts his ensnared weaker bro in that trance with his muscles should give the weaker bro suggestions and motivation to grow stronger and harder. The stronger bro should not allow the weaker bro to cum until the weaker bro has absorbed the suggestions and committed to obeying them. The stronger bro can then make the weaker bro cum, reinforcing his own gains with the pleasure he’s given the weaker bro.

3. Muscle fan. This kind of musclemate is someone who most enjoys relishing the physical strength and superiority of the trainee. A muscle fan needn’t be dominated by the trainee physically or psychologically - even in ordinary cordial interaction, the muscle fan realizes and acknowledges the power of the trainee’s body and sexuality over him. A muscle fan can also be a hypnotist (as I have been when working with alpha subs), but hypnosis is not required. The true power of a genuine muscle fan is that he acknowledges the trainee’s growth with deep lust, sincerity, and pleasure. There are two important caveats for muscle fans: first, the trainee should not dominate the muscle fan all the time (or even most of the time). Remember, it is the human connection that makes the musclemate relationship so powerful. So if the trainee uses his confidence, strength, sexuality, and power to completely reduce his muscle fan to a whimpering, lustful, mindless cum machine, then the power of the relationship is lost. Second, while a muscle fan’s attraction may seem unconditional, but he can become bored or tired if the trainee does not grow. A muscle fan likely sees any number of jocks on Tumblr and in other forums, and those jocks can either steal the fan or drain him of his cum (and thus the reinforcement his pleasure would provide to the trainee), if the trainee fails to keep his muscle fan captivated with and invested into his muscle gains.

Two trainees can be each other’s musclemates if both are muscle bros, or one is a muscle master and one is a muscle fan. 

The Assignment

So my assignment for you, in place of any new year’s resolutions, is, if you’re a trainee, to find a musclemate. You can use this post to help: if you’re a trainee looking for a musclemate, comment on this post describing the musclemate you’re looking for. If you’re not a trainee and just looking to be someone’s musclemate, please reply to one of the trainees who comments. You may wish to reblog this post so that more potential trainees may see it. Of course, questions and suggestions are always welcome. 

Update (Jan 20, 2018): To facilitate connecting musclemates and trainees, I created a new channel on Hypnosis4Guys chat called #musclemates. Don’t let the location fool you: hypnosis skills are not required to be a musclemate in any category. If you don’t see anyone on, leave a description of what you’re looking for and, if you’d like, your body pic.

Happy holidays, and have a healthy and empowering 2018!

*The musclemate can be of any gender, orientation, or gender identity. I use the pronoun “he” only because most of my readers and all of my subs are men.

Update: if you respond looking for a musclemate, please make sure you have enabled messaging in your tumblr account.

Still growing for my Master. In case you were wondering…

-Arturo

Let me tell you about the WildMuscleBros, the Pack I belong to.  The Pack focuses on building bull stud MUSCLE and being a cocky badass.  Even more, the Pack is about the Growth Journey:  growing muscle; getting in touch with and exuding confident masculinity; being fucking PRIMAL; encouraging and coaching other Pack members; confronting shit and pushing through your pussy excuses; and having some dirty fun. The Pack has helped me in all these areas of my growth journey. I have been pushed to work harder and to be more consistent in the gym, and I have seen results. I have also been coached to embrace and let out the masculine beast within, and practicing this has been confrontational but very rewarding.  Here’s a short, real-life description to demonstrate the point.

Yesterday was about raw, primal confrontation and channeling aggressive, masculine energy:  I had an MMA style fight with another bro into brawling. I went over to his place, and I could tell we were both amped up and pumped with adrenaline.  He was already sweaty, and I could smell the musk coming off of him which got me more excited to fight him.  We were both ready to fuck each other up.  Then, we went into a room with mats, put on sparring gloves and bite guards, talked some shit, and started the fight.  We were pretty evenly matched, and the dude was fucking strong.  We traded punches to the face and body, went for take-downs, crashed our sweaty bodies into each other, and wrestled on the floor. In the end, my opponent got me in a choke hold, and I tapped out.  He won the match, but I was fucking pumped and felt incredible.  [Fighting and wrestling are only times I feel and experience the primal, masculine animal fucking explode and take over my body and mind.  The feeling is intoxicating and powerful:  it’s about the sweaty, rough, carnal collision of MEN simultaneously fighting and bonding.] The jock that owns me told me that losing was unacceptable and that I need to fight this opponent again and beat his ass.  My owner is 100% correct and knows how to stir up this jocktoy’s testosterone and aggressive energy.  I’ll train harder, and challenge him again.  I’ll fucking destroy his ass next time! 

Arturo, a few tips for your next match with your friend... You’ll DESTROY him again! Oh hell yeah!

Basic wrestling rules......

Whenever possible, go for a victory flex and if he’s still moving around hold down his arm and use your knee to pin down his arm……

Combine an arm bar with a head scissors for extra pain……..

Always cover his mouth before you pound him in the bread basket so his screaming and cries for mercy don’t distract you…….

Stretch out between his legs whenever possible……

The more you stretch them…..the better……

All I need is a small shack where we can meet. Where I can keep you. I don’t need tons of space or fancy equipment to force you to grow, to keep you focused on what you most desire: being sculpted into a massive muscle beast. Away from civilization and its demands. You can empty your mind, lean in on me to guide you. You won’t have to worry about anything. Psychological stress isn’t good for your growth. Let me take care of you. You know I know best. I’ve sculpted you so much already. I don’t need tons of pace to continue my work. All you have to do is give into the primal call. To surrender just a little further. When it gets cold, I’ll have you sweat your balls off: burning up your body fat will keep us warm and redraw your silhouette. And when it gets hot, and that will be most of the time, I’ll have you flex and drool. For my inspection. So I know where to take your training next. Yes, that cabin in the woods will do nicely. We’ll learn to share that tiny space. Until I force you to outgrow it.

Take a good look at yourself in the mirror and realize what you have become. Face it. You’re a jock. A big, dumb jock. Everything you see reflected back at you confirms it. The square face, the jacked body. The backwards cap, the muscle shirt. The swagger, the way you insist on asserting your dominance in the gym and in everything that you do.

Everybody who sees you knows it for a fact, and it’s time for you to finally accept it for yourself….

Forget everything you know about who you were before….

Forget all about that weakling, that fucking pussy that you were before….

That old part of you doesn’t exist any more…. It never did….

This is you now… This is how you have always been.