National Wear A Jockstrap To Work Day Is Observed Next On Friday, 4 June 2021. It Has Been The First

#ForcedWorkout

#ForcedWorkout 

(A true journal about my yesterday workout) 

“Lock the door and get naked!” 

That was the first instruction that I got from Sir yesterday afternoon. I was tired after working the whole morning, but just reading those words on my phone made my heart pounding. Sir had plans for me. 

I obey and got naked. My clothes at the floor by the front door.

“Get your cock hard”

I touched my self. I pinched my nipples, I stroke my dick... and I thought about pleasure my Sir being obedient. My cock got rock hard in seconds. 

“Now you´ll do 50 pushups. Each time your cock must touch the ground and make you shiver” 

I read on my screen. I did as I had being command. 

“Do it slow. Not fast. Rub your cock well on the floor as you do them”

I did my 50 push ups slowly, feeling my pecs and tris getting swole at each rep. And my cock harder and harder every time I touched the carpet with it. I did them exactly how he asked. Don´t matter if he is watching or not, I would not lie to him. I did each 50 rep perfectly for him. 

“How re you feeling” He asked

“Like an animal” I answered him. 

“How tired are you”

“I´m not” I said the true, suddenly I felt like a could do 1000 more push ups. 

“Hungry?” He wrote, but I know my Sir, he was teasing me already. 

“Yes” I said. 

“Ok. You can eat in 20 minutes IF you manage to follow these instructions exactly...” And he send me a link. 

The true is that I was starving. But I would not eat until he let me. And this is the thing... He is not my “master”, he don´t “own me”. No. Sir care about me, he wants me to grow, to be better, to be a beast in all ways. His instructions are his way to get me where I want to be. That is the reason I follow him. He know the pat. I trust him. So I watch the video. It was an Edging game. 

Before I meet Sir, I never knew about those “games”, but since he introduced me to them I got hook. Now he wanted to do one 20 minutes long. I press play already enjoying it. The instructions are simple: you can jerk off when the video told you to do, and you have to stop when the video told you to do. And you can cum JUST when the video told you to do. But what makes me crazy is the messages that come out at the screen. Messages teasing you, encouraging you or just messing with you. I don´t know why but those messages turn me on. I imagine that is my Sir who is writing them and he can look at me thru the cam of the computer. At the middle of the video, at 10 minutes, Sir ask me to send him and audio and describe how im felling. How I´m feeling? Fuck you! How do you think I´m feeling?! Horny as fuck! But instead of just saying that, I recorded three audios describing the best I could with words my horniness. I play for myself the audios I send him, and listing to my own voice almost made me cum, but I managed to get to the end of the video and cum at the moment I was told. Without thinking I recorded my voice at the moment of the orgasm. And I send it to my Sir, hopping he will be please. 

“Good. Very good. Have you cleaned your cum yet?” Was his response. No having a comment about my audio made me feel a little bit disappointed, but I promised to myself that I would do it better next time.

“Not yet” I answer. 

“Use your jock to clean” I did as he said. 

My jock got totally wet with my cum. I though we were over, but then the next set of instructions appeared on my screen.

“Grab a quick food. Then you will put you jock on. You are going for a 20 minute run with your jock on and shorts or sweatpants. No shirt or tank. At every 1 minute interval you will do 5 burpees. You will come home after and play that video again. Understood, Jocktoy?” 

“Sir, Yes, Sir!”

“You have 90 minutes to eat, run for 20 minutes, 100 burpees and cum again. Have a proof that you´ve cum again by then.” 

I ran to the kitchen, I start eating fast but something light so I don´t puke in the middle of the workout. Then I put my jock on again. It felt dry by then, but oh god, I could smell my cum... and smell so good. No kidding, that made me feel like a beast. It was not me anymore, I was a man turning into an animal. I felt so primal. No shame, no limits, unstoppable. I put my shorts, my tennis shoes and I went out. I felt so proud of me running shirtless. Im not at my best, but I enjoyed to showing off my torso. Some people stared at me, and I smiled to them. They smiled back to me. Every minute down to the floor and 5 burpees. My muscles swelling again. I could feel my pecs getting pump when I ran. But after 10 minutes I felt I was dying. i was not sure to make it thru the end, but then Sir send me a message. 

“Turn, Turn for me Arturo. Be that god I envision. PUSH!” 

That is all I need it. I pushed, I ran, I did more burpees. At the end I made it. I finished and went back to home. I was tired, my whole body drenched in sweat. And so proud of myself. I know that without Sir I would never even think on doing some workout like that. 

“At home” I informed him

“Start the video. GO FUCKING WILD!!!” 

And wild I went. This time was even crazier, more intense. I was already pump. My breath barely on my lungs. My cock sensitive. And I was feeling as a monster. When I cum I groaned loud and freely. I cum on the table and took the pic for my Sir.      

“That`s MY FUCKING MACHO BULL!”

Was his answer. That is all I need it to hear/read. I was so happy and proud. 

After that #ForcedWorkout I felt different in so many ways. Fran, my Sir had done again. He is changing me and Im enjoying the ride. I can´t wait until teh next workout. 

-Arturo/Solider.  

24 hours Edging.

As always, the instructions were simple but hard to follow. My Master commanded me to edge for 10 minutes every hour for the next 24 hours and send him a pic as proof. There was just one thing I could say to that: Sir, Yes, Sir!

I was excited at first. Be available to touch myself, make myself hard and edge for 10 minutes it stop... and repeat again after 45 minutes sounded as heaven, but like everything with Fran... pleasure and torture is the same thing.

I started at Friday 9:00 pm. It was easy to get hard. My cock in my hand jerking slow and steady, enjoying every second. 10 minutes felt as 10 seconds. Then my Sir wrote me to stop touching me but my cock stayed hard for longer.

I repeat the same for the next couple hours. 10:00 pm. 11:00 pm. 12:00 pm... and then things started to get complicated.

That day I was awesome since four in the morning, so I had been for 20 hours awake already. I was tired, my eyes barely were open. I set alarms for every hours for the next six hours and felt asleep.

At 1:00 my alarm went off and I started to jerk off. Edging and producing precum. 10 minutes passed by, I send him a pic and went back to sleep. I did the same proses all night long. Sometimes I was already hard when I waked up. Sometimes I don’t even remember taking the pic, but was there. I jerked off and edged no out of lust. I did it because I’m an obedient Jocktoy. My body, mind and cock belong to my Master.

At 6:10 am, after send the pic I finally get up the bed and I made some coffee. I started my normal Saturday day... just with the difference of being naked and jerking off every hour.

As the day went by I was getting more and more horny every time. 45 minutes seemed as very long time to wait. I funded myself unavailable to do anything else... u just wanted to jerk off again. Feel my powerful (and sore now) cock on my hands. I crave to send a new pic to my Master. He wrote me several times during the day checking on me and to be sure I was following his instructions. Of course I was, I’m a good muscle boy.

That day is a blur in my mind. I just can remember the feeling of being an animal. A horny beast that wanted to be used and enjoy sexual pleasure. My cock got so sensitive, my balls so fucking full. The last couple hours my Master signed in Kik and was there with me the whole time. He give me instructions about how to jerk off and how he wanted his pics. I followed everything instruction... happily. I’m so hard right now writing this and reliving that day.

I was a piece of muscle meat. I was a sextoy. I was a muscle bull ready to be milked. I was my Master’s Jocktoy. My mind empty and my cock full. I had never felt so powerful and manly.

The last edge of the day we did it together. My Master and I jerked off at the same time. He told me to shut up and just jerk off while he wrote me encouraging words as we edged together. Master-Salve connected.

At the end he did not allowed me to cum. I did not care... whatever he said goes. We said goodbye. I said Thank you. And I slept deeply.

At the next day I was still tired, sore and very confuse. “What the fuck happened yesterday? It was all real or just a dream?” But then Kik chimed. I look at my phone. Was Fran sending me some of the pics I sending him last day... yep, everything has been real... and I was hard again.

-Arturo

Just a quick question regarding the beta male code post, what kind of grooming and styling request could an alpha have for a beta male like me? I'd like to know so that I can alter my appearance in order to look more presentable and to make it obvious to them that I am at their service

Alpha males are born to dominate. Submitting to his specifications as his full time object leaves no time to think or talk. Your mind isn’t required. Just your physique : short hair styled as he wishes or shaved off—he decides. Intensive daily workouts and high protein diet restrictions. Nothing but a meathead, docile and muscular, shown off as he wishes in ways that excite him: fitted shirts and slacks at work and compression gear while working out in the gym.

Does he want your boring cotton shirts replaced with expensive dress shirts, your trouser fabric shinier, your suits tighter. Then your wardrobe will be altered—permanently—to please him. And you’ll say nothing, nothing but “thank you” for he is providing you the good life as his beta, training you to show off that masculine physique of yours in a subtle way.

#TheDapperExecutive

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.

Men are meant to bond over training. 

They may look different. They may be different age. They may be from different country. But at the end both of them are bros, two muscle guys sharing a connection. One is his Sir and the other one is his Jocktoy. Which one is who? Sometimes don’t even matter.

Finally happened, my ass is bigger than my jeans. I guess all those squats that my Master make me do are paying off. I was lucky to be wearing a jockstrap when that happened. 😈

-Arturo

In my Master’s eyes.

The familiar cold steal on my wrists. My shoulders sore for having my arms up of my head for hours. Then the door opens and my cock gets hard as I have been trained.

My Sir has arrived to my prison.

He is wearing a suit. That means that he just got out of his job and came down here. No time to change or relax. That is bad news.

He don’t even say a word. He gets close to me, grab my cock and start jerking me off. I can feel his body close to me. His manly alpha energy. I can tell he had a bad day at work and now he will take all his frustrations on me. I’m here to serve him.

He looks me at the eyes. I see fire but also lust. He squeeze my balls. I moan. Is milking me as a beast. My cock is getting sore and I try to move away. The chains don’t let me and he grab my neck to keep me still. I am bigger and stronger than him, but he have the control.

I stop fighting. I know is useless. He keep jerking. Now the sore is pure pleasure. I moan lauder. He pinch my nipples hard, harder. My whole muscle body twitch. He slap my pecs. I groan. He is please.

Suddenly he takes my chains off. I’m free, I can fight back, run, scape... but I stay still. He is looking at me. I can’t move if he don’t allow me.

“Get in your knees”

And against all logic I obey.

He pulls my hair, open his zipper and put his hard cock in my mouth. I suck. I lick. I take everything he gives me. I look up, I look to my Master’s eyes and my mind gets lost. All I know is that I’m his muscle sex toy and that is my purpose.

Then I wake up... all was a dream. A vivid dream. My cock is hard and leaking. I was just dreaming about my Master. In reality I was in my bed and in a few minutes I had to get up, get ready, go to work and be a normal citizen. But that will be later, right now I will jerk off the fuck out of me.

-Arturo

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