MASCULINITY

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

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.

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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?

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Day 2 of a real Extreme Jocktoy Week

Is just the second day and I’m horny as fuck. Is the jock, tha chain, the lock, and the torture idea of knowing that I can’t cum. But I have to say that my Sir was right, all that frustration helped me to workout harder and wilder at the gym.

Today was arm day and I destroyed my biceps and triceps. But before that... I worked at home all day wearing my chain. I even had a webcam meeting and I did not take it off. I just put it under my shirt and try not to move so much so it doesn’t make noice. Oh the noice. Every time this chain rattle remembers me that I have a Master. Later I went to the store. People did not really noticed, until I got to the cashier. He was a young boy, he looked at my chain and said: hard core. I smiled.

I have to say that it felt wierd take it off at the gym. But it would have been impossible workout with this thing around my neck. I put it back immediately after I took my shower at the gym.

Edging before the gym has been hard, but I’m sure would be impossible after the gym. I got out of there even more hornier, if that is possible.

Now I’m here, at my bed, wearing just my jock and chain, writing this post as I have been instructed. I know soon I will use the key and take the chain off so I can go sleep... but I really don’t want to do it.

-Arturo

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