Another Inspection. Sir Demand Me To Take My Cloths Off And Show Him His Work, My Body, His Body. I’m

Arturo, check these @alpha-freak and @ozalpha out! They fit right in with the Pack!

#letStartBeingAFreak

It is clearly a first step, but it is the military difficult. One year ago, I was still thinking about being muscular. Now I’m completely addicted, I went to be huge, freakingly huge, I want to scare people, I want to have little worshipper bitches begging for a really hard pounding…

Next step is coming…

#feedMeLikeAMonster #juiceMeUp

The chain cemented his obedience to coach. Yes. And that obedience helped him grow so much bigger than he’d ever imagined possible. But the chain also is the symbol of his belonging to the Pack. Few males are strong enough to wear that weigh. To understand it for what it is. Each link in your brotherhood forces you UP to greatness. Each of your musclemates’ embrace of your being, like the chain around your neck, is a call to being stronger. More resilient. Most men aren’t brave enough for that accountability. To wear that reminder that they belong to something bigger than they are.

How brave are YOU, beast?

The weight of the chain and lock were very heavy. They had been ever since he slipped it on and snapped the lock, cementing his obedience to coach.

Since then his body had changed, grown, morphed. But the chain had remained the same. Always there, weighing him down. Pulling him under. Never releasing him.

He was still coach's boy. The chain made it so.

Help this pup find his Owner.

I need a bro, bro. A bro to grow big with, and grow big for. A bro to eat lift, fuck, repeat with. A bro so horned up and pinned up, he plows, fills, and hate fucks me from behind in a headlock. A bro whose stink mark me as his. A bro who loves and protects me, but also shares me to be abused. A bro whose pits I can bury my face in to feel like home. A bro whom I can service on all fours with his legs spread land arms behind his head. A bro to feed me cock, muscles, cum, and piss, and every form of his testosterone. I need a bro, who calls me his boy.

Waiting for the day where Arturo and I can face each other off, proving our worth to each other. -Fran

i must learn discipline

as an aspiring himbo, I work out 6 days a week

from now on I'll jack off only on my rest days

i can't waste energy and focus on pleasuring myself

muscles are pleasure. looking good is pleasure. discipline is pleasure

My first time in a sex shop

My heart was racing. It was hard to concentrate on driving while my mind was thinking about what I was about to do. My first time in a sex shop. I was going because my owner told me to get a butt plug, and because I’m an obedient muscle sex slave y was about to do it. Maybe for most of you going to a sex shop is not a big deal, but it was for me and was excited.

I arrived at the place. I parked right in front.  A lot of neon lights welcomed me. I did not stay in the car longer. I jumped out of my car, and enter the store. Honestly, I don’t know what was I expecting but It was brighter than I thought. Four employees were chatting happily close to the cash register: two guys and two girls.

“Hello, welcome to Galaxy” told one of the girls.

“Thank you,” I said, and I started to look around.

There were a lot of things that I only saw in the movies before. Whips, flashlights, all kinds of dildos, big, extra big, and huge! Lubricants, vibrators, and things that I have no idea what was for it. Despite my best efforts, I’m sure I looked lost because one of the employees, the same one that welcomed me came to my rescue.

“Do you need help? Something in specific that you are looking for?”

There was no point in pretending.

“The truth is that I’m new in all this” I confessed. “And I’m looking for… a butt plug?”

“Yes,” She said immediately “We have them over here”

She walked to one side of the store and I followed her.

“From here to the cock pumps are the butt plugs. Look around, see if there is something you like, and tell me if you have any questions” And she leaves me alone in front of all those butt plugs.

It was overwhelming. I had no idea that would be so many different. But at the same time, I felt so powerful and manly looking at those butt plugs. I was being obedient, I was doing what I was commanded, and despite my nervousness, I was there and that made me feel fucking awesome.

I’m pretty sure I looked more confused than before because now another employee, a guy this time, came to offer help.

“I’m new in all this,” I said again, “so I’m looking for something for beginners, but my (owner, master, sir) friend has this fantasy of my using the plug through the day, so need to be safe,” I explained.

The employee pointed me to two different ones that could work and even told me that I could take pics and send them to my “friend” and see if he liked them. And he left. At that moment I realized that I was in another world—a world where I could say out loud my kinky fantasies. I felt a sensation of freedom.

After a few more minutes I finally choose one. THE one. The one that I will take home and will be up in my butt.

I went to the cashier; he looked at the product and asked me if I also wanted some lubricant.

“Do I?” I ask.

The cashier smiled at me and took me now to another wall with a lot of lubricants. Sizes, brands, colors, even flavors… I give up.

“Which one is the best one?” I asked

He took one and put it on my hand. “That one,” He said.

“O.k. I will take this one too!” I said happily.

For some reason, it felt good to be the new guy, the one who doesn’t know but is learning, and if something I’m good at is in learning new stuff.

I paid, and I left the store like a kid with new candies.

Immediately I sent a pic to my Master feeling proud as fuck. Now you are wondering how it felt using the butt plug for the first time… well, that is another story.            

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

Always ready for my Sir

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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