My Journey Continues

The journey is not even close to end. We are just starting. I will keep growing and transforming my body and mind for my Sir. I have to be a good Soldier.

Everyday I wake up eager to keep pushing myself further. Improve my diet, harder workouts, looking for inspirational pics, dressing like a jock. I have to be a good Soldier.

And now, also, I have the responsibility to be an example for the Pack. Show them the way, be there to support them, challenge them and make them walk thru fire to be transform. I have to be a good Soldier.

Is a Jocktoy life. Everyday. That is my reality and I embrace it... because I am a good Soldier.

Breathe in.

Let my musk work its magic on you.

Pablo Paker & Otrotini photographed by Rafa Casares

Burger = A burger.

Cheese burger = There is a version of a burger that has cheese. It’s not a statement that all burgers have cheese, but that 1 variation of a burger has cheese.

Masculinity = Masculinity

Toxic Masculinity = There is a version of masculinity that is toxic. It is not a statement that all masculinity is toxic, but that 1 variation of masculinity is toxic.

Inspired, every day, by my jocktoy and #musclemate Arturo to be that #ProtectorAlpha and support his growth.

The Two Types Of Alphas

When Men discover and comprehend the great power Nature bestowed upon them, a choice must be made. It’s a difficult choice, one that should involve sober reflection and consideration. It all hinges on a deeply personal question:

How should a Man use his power?

We live in a world where so many Men use their power for terrible things; shocking acts of violence, greed, hatred, and terror. They lash out in hideous ways against the innocent and weak simply because they can. 

These types of Alphas (if they can properly even be called such) are what Sir Titus once called “destroyer Alphas.” These are Alphas who employ their strength and Hierarchical status to intimidate, harass, bully, crush, and harm those defenseless inferiors cowering in terror around them. 

The BDSM fetish community is rife with destroyer Alphas. These sadists relish the pain they inflict on the faggots and females they enslave. They like the breakdown of the human spirit, the inhuman cries of their afflicted victims, and the physical marks their form of domination leaves on the bodies of lesser humans. 

Many Alphas begin their Alphahood as destroyer Alphas. It’s the nature of young Manhood, sowing their oats and testing the limits of their powers. They often move in packs at that stage, pushing each other to deeper and darker depths of depravity. They use people at will, reveling in the easy submission of the weak and helpless. They bask in the worship and respect their aggressive dominance commands. 

But after this early stage of Alpha development, the cream separates from the milk, and a new class of Alpha emerges - Protector Alphas. These are Alphas whose inherent sense of goodness, fairness, and duty override the base instincts powering destroyer Alpha tendencies. 

Protector Alphas are real-life superheroes.

They gladly accept the worship and submissive service of those faggots and females they own, but each one in their care feels safe and appreciated. A Protector Alpha seeks to stabilize and support those serving Him even during the deepest moments of submission. 

A Protector Alpha will look across a road, see an injustice, and move to act. A Protector Alpha is the first one running into a burning building, or assisting the elderly, or stopping cruel acts against minorities and the weak. They take up the cause of righteousness in their strong arms and carry it to completion.  

When I say that Alphas are gods, I’m specifically talking about these Protector Alphas. Protector Alphas are the very best a Man can be, the purest distillation of Masculinity.

I have largely served Protector Alphas in my life. I credit this long time serving Protector Alphas with some of my sense of self-worth despite being a faggot. These great Men used me thoroughly, of course, but they always took time to reassure me that I was valuable property or provide aftercare when things got rough. Even just a “good boy” from a Protector Alpha makes a world of difference to a faggot.

For the longest time on this blog I couldn’t find many examples of Protector Alphas, because sites in this community typically favor destroyer Alphas. There were some standout examples, though - @natural-hung-bull, @straightalphamike, @firstamongmen, @alphaexploits, @alpha-dade, @thealphatank​ - but they were hard to find.

But recently I have uncovered some spectacular Protector Alphas out in the wild. The best examples are Master Nick and Master Nikola, the straight gods in Toronto who own four live-in faggots. Yes, they use their faggots thoroughly. However, their faggots all know their service is appreciated and they have the protection of their owners at all times. These two Protector Alphas paid large sums of money to rescue their faggot Lee from the homophobia of his father. Master Nick recently rescued his faggot Yul from a homophobic attack on campus.  

Master Nick and Master Nikola are two of the greatest Protector Alphas I’ve ever known. The example of their lives should inspire other Alphas to raise their game and become better than the base instincts of ordinary Men.

Then, of course, are the examples of two more Protector Alphas I’ve featured here recently - Sir Rob and his teen Alpha son Master Kyle. My Master Sir Rob used his outstanding wisdom and respect for the masculine institution of Alphahood to seek out faggots in order to train his son properly. Every time I speak with Sir Rob, a shiver ripples through my body just from his words and how he expresses his deep knowledge of Alphahood and his own power. He is magical. The faggots who serve him will never fear or be left feeling like a discarded cumrag.

But it’s Master Kyle that is a real jewel currently being carved from the rock Alpha Manhood. I recently mentioned to Sir Rob that his son was still in the “destroyer” phase of his Alphahood, and while he didn’t disagree (after all, Master Kyle is currently leveling cities with his rut like some sort of big-dicked Godzilla), he cautioned that Master Kyle’s age likely had something to do with it. He sees great promise in his son, and I do as well.

To that end, I want to relate a story Master Kyle shared with me:

When I was younger, in my first year of high school, there was this kid in my grade at school. He was your stereotypical “gay kid” you know. Very girly, but very shy. I was not very close with him but I knew him. He was very sweet, a very good guy. But he always had this group of three boys, always on him, laughing of him, sometimes beating him up. One day, they made him cry outside, because they were laughing of him and his mother. ( His mother was sick and had no hair) That was too much for me. I confronted the guys, and as always I ended up in a fight. I beat up the leader and another before a teacher could arrive and separate us. I got detention. At the end of my detention, the gay kid was waiting for me. He thanked me and hugged me. They never bothered him again. Every time I saw him at school, he’d always say hi and give me a warm smile.He finally moved to another state. I remember that today and realized that it was my alphahood speaking again, telling me how to act. Even when I didn’t know, it was there, deep in me.

Then Master Kyle added this:

I always had this feeling in my stomach whenever I saw something not right or an injustice. Was it my alphahood speaking?

Indeed, it was, and speaking loud and clear!

Protector Alphas like these four Men are simply the greatest beings on the earth. They are the reasons why faggots submit their lives to serve them, why we gladly debase ourselves to satisfy their every whim and desire. These are the gods worthy of worship and praise, worthy of any sacrifice or pain in their service. 

These four Men specifically have humbled me so deeply that I have decided to finally go into chastity for the very first time. To honor their greatness. To acknowledge their vast superiority over not only me, but also over all of those destroyer Alphas pretending to take their thrones. 

By locking up my useless clit, I salute these greatest Alphas and their Manhood. What an honor it is to serve Protector Alphas! 

To the destroyer Alphas out there, look at these examples and learn to use your power for good, not evil!

To all Protector Alphas, I say THANK YOU for being the true Kings of the Earth! 

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.

Option D please

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

“If I am worth anything now, it is because I am built on the foundations laid for me then, by myself”. Taking the first steps is hard. We salute your journey @bigboysdrinkmilk… and the self-love you are able to show your younger self. Keep inspiring!

Your change is crazy. You looked like such a loser before and now you’re a proper man. So hot dude

I have a strict no-negging policy, because, honestly, sending these kinds of messages is weird as fuck. I’m not sure what you get out of it.

But I want to be clear about something; permanent, long-lasting progress and change is built on the back of loving yourself and loving the process.

The man you see on the left is a different man than I am now, sure. He was 140 pounds soaking wet and couldn’t bench the bar. I could pick him up with one arm, today, easy.

He also made the hard decision to completely change how he eats, how he sleeps, how he spends his free time, he completely evolved how he interacted with the world in pursuit of a passion. He came out as gay in small town and in an incredibly difficult situation, losing friends and family along the way. He struggled to provide for himself through difficult college years and laid down the path for me, now, to be engaged to the love of my life, to be involved daily in my passions and hobbies, to pursue happiness and fulfillment in a city that I love and with people I am proud to surround myself with.

If I am worth anything now, it is because I am built on the foundations laid for me then, by myself and others. The man on the left isn’t a loser, he’s a fighter. The man on the right just happens to be the one that could break you in half for saying shit like this to my face.

Another trip around the sun and another level up! ⬆️🎂

When I was in my 20’s I recall people warning me to wait until I was in my 40’s. That’s when things would go south and my body would ache, and become overweight and sag. Well here I am officially over half way through that “dreadful” period and so far so good.

Sure I feel a few aches some days more than others, some things are a little tougher than they were 25 years ago and I may have a few more grey hairs and wrinkles but overall I feel good, I think I look good, and its just all good.

I don’t really feel 46. Guess I’ve made some mental and physical choices that have allowed me not to become what so many others just accept as part of getting older.