24 Hours Edging.

For the past four years, I have sat here on this account, reblogging all the guys I found hot or guys that I wished I looked like. For the past four years, I sat here jacking off to guys, longing to be as muscular, as huge, as ripped as these men. For the past four years, I have not come any closer to becoming that muscle bull I have always desired to be. That is, until this week.

I saw a post a little while ago from @jae-secret who talked about wanting to become jacked like the god Apollo, who wanted to become addicted to the gym. That just ignited something in me that had been dormant for ages. It created this fire, this insane drive for me to do the same as him, to become huge and obsessed with the gym and working out. That post was the key to awakening the beast inside me. I have seen many posts before where people have talked about what they want to become and what they are becoming but it never got to me. It just made me kinda horny honestly but never more than that. Jae’s post, however, spoke to me on a whole other level. Ever since then, I have felt like there are two minds that have been trying to exist at once in my head. One that is the old, boring me and one that is The Beast. They have been clashing and fighting and it has been very hard trying to stay focused and present in the moment. Now, The Beast is beginning to overpower the old me and it is the most blissful and best feeling in the entire world. It just feels right to let those primal instincts take over. Those instincts led me to @wildmusclebros who I began talking to. Their ideals, goals, and beliefs were exactly what I was looking for.

With inspiration and drive in hand, I signed up for the gym. On Tuesday, I took the plunge and drove to the gym. I was so excited, so pumped to begin my journey. I got there, parked, and could not move a muscle. My anxiety had kicked in, something I’ve dealt with all my life. Crippling me, the anxiety took hold of my mind, erasing any kind of motivation or happiness I just had. All I felt was fear. Fear to do anything. I sat there, frozen in my car, wishing I could just go in. The gym was right there, I was one step away from breaking free from my life of dullness, one step away from being exactly who I wanted to be.

30 minutes went by and I gave up. I could not push past the anxiety living inside of me. I felt useless, worthless, and defeated. I felt worse than I ever have about myself. I drove home feeling ashamed. I climbed in my bed and just stared, thinking about nothing. I spent most of the next day just feeling regret and disappointment. Then, I was reminded by wildmusclebros that I just need to take it easy and relax because the gym is just the gym. That stood out to me big time. The gym is just the gym, it isn’t the end of the world. The gym is full of people like me, who just want to workout. The gym is the place where I can feel most safe because it is full of people who all started out in the same place as me. I’m just at a different point than they are on the same line. That means that I can eventually get to that point other people are at. I can eventually get to the point where I am the biggest person in that gym and I can finally become what I feared. And that thought just makes me so undeniably horny and motivated.

So I went the next day. I still felt anxiety but I decided to let The Beast inside take control. I went through those gym doors with pride and it felt good. However, the anxiety stayed with me that whole time. I got on the treadmill and just walked. The anxiety began creeping into my mind but not nearly as bad as it had been the first night. The anxiety eventually found a way in and it prevented me from doing any weightlifting. But I still felt good.

Why though? I came to the gym to lift weights not walk on a treadmill. I can walk anytime I want at home. It’s because I went to the gym. I took my first steps into the gym. I checked in to the gym. I talked with the front desk guy. I went over and got on a treadmill, people neighboring me on both sides. I started the treadmill and walked for half an hour. I got off the treadmill. I walked out of the gym. All these acts were something I was not able to do before. They may be simple and easy but with the anxiety I have, these tasks are usually impossible. But I did it anyways. I conquered my anxiety, even though it was for a brief period of time. That’s why I felt good afterwards. Plus, I just felt so good having done physical activity, having gotten my body up and actually doing something.

It may take quite a long time for me to get fully accustomed to going to the gym without having anxiety, but I will fight to make that time as short as possible because it is all I want now. I know it isn’t going to be perfect from here on out either, but I can definitely put all my effort in to this and that is exactly what I am going to do. I am going to become a colossal muscle bull and no one, not even myself, is going to stop that.

Unleash The Beast 💪

“THE COVE” BY HUSSKONI

Give this new muscle growth story a watch my friends!

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A man taking control of his body as he surrenders his mind to the collective need to GROW and becum a beast. 

Feel the testosterone pump through your veins.

Feel it transform you.

Feel it UNLEASH you.

Becum who you were meant to be.

Embrace your manliness.

Slowly turning into the muscle beast I want to be 💪🏻

Option D please

You work hard at the gym. Let the world see it

#TheDapperExecutive

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.

So proud of his own big, flexed biceps

Has been long since the last time I post something here but that does not mean that my training (at the gym and as muscle pet) has stopped.

I’m still growing, in still being trained by my Sir… and that is the reason I show this pics… he told me to do it. Enjoy.

-Arturo

There’s strength in number. Strength in leaning in on your musclemate to let yourself be transformed. He extends an arm. You know what to do. Get in position. You thought this morning’s workout was over. You feel drained. But He’s seen there’s a few more reps in you. He will pull them out from you, forcing you to surpass yourself. He already commanded you to take your shirt off. It’s been a long time you’ve stopped being ashamed of working out without wearing a top. In the rising heat of the morning, he’s making you sweat. The stink of his pits mixes to yours. You’re starting to pull yourself up, holding on to him. You feel so connected. You belong there, in that moment. Reaching for greatness. Fully accepting of your gift, of his virility and yours. You’re getting stronger, bigger by the day. You smell like a man. Work out like a man. Eat like a man. And are getting hard like one, too.

That too has stopped being a source of embarrassment for you. There was a time where your conditioning had taught you to feel ashamed of your raging hormones. That’s no longer the case. Wear that hard cock proudly before the mate who is sculpting you. It makes you hard to be turned into the muscle god you aspired to be. Flaunt your pride.

And if your Owner decides to start milking you right here and there, as he commands you to hold the position, you’re not gonna complain, beast, will you?