Wildmusclebros - Experience Brotality

Putting Arturo through this. He’ll reach 100 pushups for Xmas. My present To both of us.

Wonder if @bigjockbro would be up for the challenge… 😈

Scream, bro. It’s okay, go ahead – scream, and let go.

Let go of that energy that’s been building inside you all morning, that you first felt blooming as if within a dream, just minutes before your alarm clock went off at 5:00 am. 

Before the fourth tone of the alarm, the energy had grown until your eyes seemed to snap open and you found your body moving almost of its own accord. A routine, same as every day. Both of us swinging our legs out of bed, standing up and facing each other, making the bed then dropping down to the ground for our 100 morning push-ups.

You used to balk, in the days before you felt the energy inside you, the purpose that guides you, that your bro made clear to you. Couldn’t hardly do a push-up at first, in fact, said that it hurt your wrists.

So we strengthened your wrists. And your core. And your back. And eventually you were able to do 10. And then pretty quickly after that we got you up to 20, then 30, then 40, just because your muscles had learned the proper form.  Then it became gradual progress – 45… 52… and still you felt the energy growing, as your big bro took you down again and again, driving home your purpose. Until finally one day you made it.

Since then you’ve felt that same energy every morning, from the time you wake up until the 100th push-up is complete. It’s the only thing that can take the edge off, and you love doing it in unison with me, hearing the smooth exhale with every rep together and sitting in peaceful silence during the rest period, eager to go back for more.

By rep 100 the energy subsides – not gone completely – and for the first time all morning you’re able to think: Breakfast? What’s for breakfast. That’s your job, while big bro pulls together the gear and the plan for the morning’s workout.

This morning you went with a basic chicken omelette, threw in some vegetables, and a dash of hot sauce. You didn’t overthink it – you just went to the refrigerator, and that’s what was there. The food order comes online, and it’s easier to keep the cart mostly the same from week to week.

That’s when the energy starts to build again. It’s off to the gym, and you feel your mind getting swept away, your body just responding, obeying the forces that move it. It builds and builds until after your workout, you come home and all you can think about is release. It’s okay, bro. I understand. So go ahead, scream. If you think it’ll help.

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.

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

menatplay1 by vintnerbutler on Flickr.

Bro-Coded

It’s not like what you see in the movies. At least not for me. Or not yet.

If I’ve noticed anything annoying about hypnokink culture it’s the tendency sometimes to generalize too much from one person’s experience. Results, in short, may vary.

But presently I feel like I have bees buzzing in my head. Or like I did that time after the bar exam when I could not navigate my way out of a simple parking lot. Or like I just woke up from a long nap and have to separate out the events that occurred in my dreams from the waking world.

I am awake. I know what I’m doing and who I am. I am remembering everything. And I am writing these words.

But I have a list burning in my head, of things to do and not to do. A list that is strange because I did not put it there. I could ignore the list, sure. Now, I am more or less a competent adult. I have never met the list’s author, and I would not recognize him if I met him. There are no penalties here, not even those afforded by a slave contract. But the option of disobeying seems bad and confusing. Something about it makes my skin itch like a sunburn, and causes my gorge to rise a little.

Complying with the list though seems easy and obvious. Not beneficial or good, but obvious. And I know that as I comply, it will only get more easy and obvious to comply more. Compliance will reinforce compliance. That queue of tasks I am carrying around with me, that only I can see, will get stronger.

My submission will grow, with repetition, with work accomplished. Like a muscle, bro. And something else will atrophy. But right now that doesn’t seem terribly important. I even have trouble identifying it, putting a name to it.

And maybe, at some point further along, the notion that compliance is a choice won’t occur to me. Items on my list will appear, and I will do what they say, and it will all be very simple. That would be interesting.

Lock and chain

When I arrived to my house I saw a package at my door. That was weird because I know I did not ordered anything recently. I took the package and I went inside.

When I opened i immediately got hard. It was a chain with a lock from my Master.

Almost immediately my Sir texted me and instructed me to put the chain on. Fuck, I felt so sexy wearing it. Feeling the metal against my skin. He told me to wear it all day next day and send him pictures of me wearing it everywhere I go. So I did.

I took pics in my car, at work, in the supermarket, at the street, at home. I felt so manly and owned showing off my new chain and lock. I haven’t cum since I got the chain (I’m not allowed yet) so I have blue balls and a hard erection while I write this. It’s feels good to be somebody’s muscle toy.

-Arturo

Motivation Monday!🤜🤛

Hard work and dedication are amazing tools but mindset MUST come first. Once you set your mind to something you want you can become nearly unstoppable. We get in our own way constantly with our self doubts and insecurities. Second guessing, giving up, succumbing to failure. BUT if you use those hurdles to strengthen your resolve and learn and grow amazing things can happen. It’s never too late. Stop looking at your goals as “One Day” and turn them into “Day One”!

You GOT THIS, BELIEVE IT and ACHIEVE IT!! 🧠💪

Stand naked before your Owner.

Feel his gaze. Flex to make him proud.

He will inspect you.

Appraise you.

Sculpt you.

And if you’re a good beast, he might play with you.

Be the jocktoy you long to be.