Journey Update

(A true story)

I was washing my car the other day. My wife came out and she stared at me for a couple minutes. I did not say anything. I just let her watch. But finally she said, “You look good. Different. I don’t know what is it, but is good. It’s not just your body, it’s something else. More... sexy. You look good” and then she went inside the house again a little bit confused.

I smiled. I smiled because I know what is it. Is my Master. I have a Master that talk with me and make me feel like a fucking bull. A Master that give me orders and everytine I obey I feel unstoppable. I submitted to him, and that made me found my place. I feel complete. He is not just sculping my body, he is increasing my selfsteam and transforming me in a fucking muscle sexual beast. But my wife doesn’t know all that... she is just enjoying the results of the work of my Master on me.

-Arturo

I’m at the office working. People talk to me. I smile. We keep working. Is just another day. But nobody knows that I’m wearing a jock. Nobody knows that I have a Sir and I’m his jocktoy. I keep working. But I’m thinking about being tied up and my Sir milking me. His fist on my cock. People talk to me. I smile. Nobody knows. -Arturo

Arturo.

-Yes, Sir...

Not much longer now. His free will, worn down to almost nothing through weeks of conditioning, now ready to crumble to nothing. Soon, very soon, he”ll be ready to begin his new life, embrace his new purpose, as my obedient, perfectly enslaved jocktoy.

How the journey began. Two primal beasts on a #GrowthJourney, finding each other. A Soldier and a Sculptor. A surreal connection. An immediate attraction. Each instinctively understanding their respective potential. Each instinctively wanting to forcefully draw that potential out. Minds connected, two men, two tribal fighters moving as one. To GROW. On a quest for manliness. Bonding. Writing. Exploring. Discovering. This is just the beginning.  -Arturo & Fran

Assignment 2018: Musclemate

I have an assignment for those looking to train and develop physically in 2018. It doesn’t matter whether you plan to call yourself a jock or just to develop your body in an athletic and magnetic kind of way. I expect many of you will start to get aroused and captivated just reading about this assignment, which can allow you to anticipate the pleasure and reward of ultimately doing it.

Before I get to the assignment, I want to mention a couple of facts born out by multiple studies:

1. Acknowledgment is immensely powerful in propelling us to accomplish work far beyond what is dictated by reason.

2. That feeling that we’re doing something nice or helpful for someone is a powerful and compelling motivator.

So as you train your body, how do you get that acknowledgment and feeling of helping? You could, of course, show off your body to a crowd of nameless strangers (on Tumblr, for instance), but we’re much more powerfully motivated by those to whom we feel close, connected. That’s why children’s welfare charities will often send donors photos and stories of a specific child to sponsor - to create that feeling of connection to motivate the donor to give more. 

But acknowledgment and feeling of helping someone with your body can be hard to find with ordinary close connections. In conventional relationships, even romantic ones, prolonged focus on the athleticism and sexuality of one’s body is inappropriate. So the need arises for a new kind of relationship: a relationship between someone who works to develop and sculpt his body and someone who acknowledges and admires that body. For the purposes of this post, I shall call the person seeking to grow his body the trainee.  I shall call the person motivating him a musclemate.

The requirements for a musclemate are simple: he* must genuinely desire to help the trainee grow. He must feel genuine pleasure, a satisfiable lust at seeing a strong, athletic, attractive body. This pleasure is the helpful thing that the trainee will find so rewarding to create in his musclemate. Both the trainee and his musclemate must be comitted to protecting each other’s privacy. The relationship between a trainee and his musclemate should be a meaningful human connection, not a “transaction” just to get each other off. The more a trainee and a musclemate appreciate, respect, and connect to each other as people, the more the musclemate’s acknowledgment and pleasure can motivate the trainee. To keep the relationship personal and meaningful, a trainee should only have one musclemate. A musclemate should have only one trainee.

Those are the essential requirements. A musclemate may have additional knowledge or skills that he can bring to bear. He may be a hypnotist, a trainer, or a nutritionist. While helpful, such abilities needn’t be mandatory. That said, a trainee may be well justified in expressing additional requirements (such as age, gender, or type).

There are three variations of musclemates that, while all sharing the essential goals and requirements, each have a different power/status dynamic:

1. Muscle Master. A muscle master is a musclemate who’s in control. When the trainee has a desire to obey and to surrender to another’s will, a muscle master can harness that desire to deeper enflame that craving of the trainee to work out and grow. A muscle master may be able to dominate the trainee physically with his own body. He may be able to hypnotize the trainee and direct the trainee’s sexual desire to deepen the trainee’s obedience (this is what I do most often). Neither ability is required - the important thing for success as a muscle master is for the trainee to feel a deep, almost instinctive need to obey and please the master. The origin of that need is not important.

2. Muscle bro. This kind of musclemate is a trainee himself. Two muscle bros don’t have to train together. What’s important is that they regularly flex for each other and appreciate each other’s growth. A healthy rivalry can develop between two muscle bros. Perhaps the bro who makes bigger gains in a particular week can captivate his bro with his flexing, showing off for his bro harder and harder and sending him into a deep mesmerizing cloud of pleasure. The weaker bro might find himself becoming fascinated, with his self control seeping out of him, becoming open and maybe even obedient to his stronger muscle bro just then. Of course, both muscle bros must remember that the goal is their mutual growth, not domination. So the stronger bro, as he puts his ensnared weaker bro in that trance with his muscles should give the weaker bro suggestions and motivation to grow stronger and harder. The stronger bro should not allow the weaker bro to cum until the weaker bro has absorbed the suggestions and committed to obeying them. The stronger bro can then make the weaker bro cum, reinforcing his own gains with the pleasure he’s given the weaker bro.

3. Muscle fan. This kind of musclemate is someone who most enjoys relishing the physical strength and superiority of the trainee. A muscle fan needn’t be dominated by the trainee physically or psychologically - even in ordinary cordial interaction, the muscle fan realizes and acknowledges the power of the trainee’s body and sexuality over him. A muscle fan can also be a hypnotist (as I have been when working with alpha subs), but hypnosis is not required. The true power of a genuine muscle fan is that he acknowledges the trainee’s growth with deep lust, sincerity, and pleasure. There are two important caveats for muscle fans: first, the trainee should not dominate the muscle fan all the time (or even most of the time). Remember, it is the human connection that makes the musclemate relationship so powerful. So if the trainee uses his confidence, strength, sexuality, and power to completely reduce his muscle fan to a whimpering, lustful, mindless cum machine, then the power of the relationship is lost. Second, while a muscle fan’s attraction may seem unconditional, but he can become bored or tired if the trainee does not grow. A muscle fan likely sees any number of jocks on Tumblr and in other forums, and those jocks can either steal the fan or drain him of his cum (and thus the reinforcement his pleasure would provide to the trainee), if the trainee fails to keep his muscle fan captivated with and invested into his muscle gains.

Two trainees can be each other’s musclemates if both are muscle bros, or one is a muscle master and one is a muscle fan. 

The Assignment

So my assignment for you, in place of any new year’s resolutions, is, if you’re a trainee, to find a musclemate. You can use this post to help: if you’re a trainee looking for a musclemate, comment on this post describing the musclemate you’re looking for. If you’re not a trainee and just looking to be someone’s musclemate, please reply to one of the trainees who comments. You may wish to reblog this post so that more potential trainees may see it. Of course, questions and suggestions are always welcome. 

Update (Jan 20, 2018): To facilitate connecting musclemates and trainees, I created a new channel on Hypnosis4Guys chat called #musclemates. Don’t let the location fool you: hypnosis skills are not required to be a musclemate in any category. If you don’t see anyone on, leave a description of what you’re looking for and, if you’d like, your body pic.

Happy holidays, and have a healthy and empowering 2018!

*The musclemate can be of any gender, orientation, or gender identity. I use the pronoun “he” only because most of my readers and all of my subs are men.

Update: if you respond looking for a musclemate, please make sure you have enabled messaging in your tumblr account.

May 6, 2018. Forced Workout.

8am, Sunday morning.

The stakes are getting high. You have an upcoming race, Arturo. And I am sculpting your body into that of a magnificently virile soldier, a Spartan ready to dominate the competition, dominate those other males. You have it in you. The strength to meet my expectations. To become what you are meant to be. There is nothing you want more than to become what I envision. To let your primal side take over. To let the testosterone course through your body and turn into a beast. My beast. Nothing you want more than to become mine.

 Reading this, your cock already twitches.

 Fuck, you’re already horny, aren’t you?

Good boy.

 We have been talking about today’s workout for a while. Planned it carefully. You are ready to follow my lead. You know this will be hard. Torture, almost. But there is nothing you cannot overcome soldier when your alpha guides you. Follow. Obey. Grow. This is your mantra, now.

 Prove it to me.

 Get yourself hard, jocktoy.

 This is my first instruction.

Do not skip ahead, soldier. Follow the instructions as you read them.

 Hard, yet?

 Then thug on your balls. Pull on your cock.

If you are clothed, get naked.

 Squeeze your balls.

Feel the blood fill it even more. Making it more sensitive.

Bigger in your hands.

Look at your snake coming alive.

Flex your cock. Tighten the muscles.

Hold for four seconds.

Release.

Repeat.

Match your breathing to the tightening, holding, and releasing.

Yes.

Repeat.

You are a male, soldier. A fucking beast sculpted out of pure testosterone.

Be proud of that cock coming alive in your hands.

Tighten.

Hold.

Release.

 Twenty more times.

 You starting to feel it, soldier? How powerful your cock makes you!

 Show me. Grunt.

Louder, pussy.

Let me hear that deep, primal grunt.

 Tighten.

Hold.

Release.

 Again.

 Fuck yeah!

 Reach out for the peppermint essential oil.

I’m gonna share a secret with you, soldier.

A secret that will force you to keep focused on your balls throughout the training.

 In the palm of your hand, release two drops.

Rub your hands together a couple of times.

Smells nice, right?

Imagine when that smell will mix with your musk, later on.

Overpowering your nostrils. Making you high on your own fucking manly scent.

 Now rub your hands on your balls.

You don’t want the oil directly on there (not yet, anyway).

Indirectly, having rubbed your hands and then your balls is fine.

 You’ll start feeling it in no time.

It will surprise you.

It might get your heart racing as you wonder if you did the right thing listening to the instructions.

Trust me. Endure the pain. To become the beast you want to be, to prove yourself worthy, you already endure pain in the gym. I know you can do it.

  Text me on Kik to tell me you’re starting the next phase.

As the warmth of the peppermint settles in, go to www.edgemeplease.com

You know the website. We’ve been using it.

Make sure our app to call each other is on. I might call you while you are edging.

Not to chat. Just to make sure you are grunting like the fucking animal you are.

 Settings: Hard; Not cumming.

It’ll be easy on you: you have to do it for 30 minutes.

 I might listen in. So you better take this seriously cause I wanna hear some grunting and rapid breathing, soldier.

 As you follow the instruction on the screen, focus on the idea of you being tied and being milked by your fellow brohs. Members of the pack who admire your body. Who lust after your rapid growth. Who want you so fucking bad. You are my second-in-command. And yet these guys are bigger than you. But your growth is fast. Wrap your fist tight around your cock and make me proud. Make them envious. Admiring.

 And focus on the burning sensation on your balls.

If it recedes too much, add a drop of peppermint oil. Rubbing your hands together first and then rubbing your balls.

  Do not continue reading until you are done with the edging.

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 Warm up for what is to come.

Do 50 jumping jacks. Followed by high knee running in place for 30 seconds.

Repeat.

 The heart should start pumping.

The leg muscles should start awakening.

 Good. Cause you are headed out for a run soon.

 But first… remember how I asked you to get a 15 pounds kettlebell?

 It’s because you’re up for 10 Turkish get-ups. On each side.

If you haven’t heard of that exercise yet, get ready for a sore ass tomorrow.

Take the time to Youtube it and learn how to do it.

 Remember, 10 on each side.

You’ll be cursing by the end.

But fear not… it’s only the beginning.

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 Now that the Turkish get-ups are over with, you are headed out for a run. Get your gear ready. Including your dirty jock, which you’ll wear. Sniff it well before you put it on. Let your musk set your brain on fire.

 Instructions for the race:

Wear your jock. The musky one.

Every two minutes, get to the ground for 5 push-ups.

Run until you reach the 5k.

You can walk if you must, but you need to do the full three miles today.

Obviously, the more you walk the more push-ups you’ll end up doing.

But I know you’re a strong man, Arturo. A few push-ups won’t get you tired yet, just more pumped, semental. Focus on your strength, soldier. On how fucking good and heavy and full your balls feel. You are my man. My protégé. Be strong. Grit your teeth and push further.

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 Once home after the race:

 Get naked as soon as you get inside the house.

Hydrate well.

Get hard. Hard a fuck, hombre. You were out for a fucking 5k after edging, your balls on fire. And now you’re about to dive deeper into your true manhood.

 For five minutes, take a few ice cubes and run them along your shaft and your balls and your legs. Feel them melt on your hard shaft, on your tired quads. Fuck you are a stud. Getting fucking pumped for your alpha.

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 Now get ready for the next phase.

Apply the peppermint oil as before.

You will do 100 lunges in sets of twenty.

Between each set, you must bring yourself as close to cumming as you can.

When you are certain you cannot jerkoff anymore because you will cum, stop and do twenty lunges.

Repeat until you reach 100 lunges.

 We are finishing with pull-ups.

You have been improving really quickly on that front.

I’m proud of you as fuck.

Your task now is to do pulls-ups until failure. You’re probably getting quite tired at this point. But just think about how fucking pump you’ll be after!

Then jerk off until you can barely hold your seed in.

Repeat.

You are done when you cannot lift yourself up for a single pull-up.

 Congratulations, you have made it through. That is, if you have managed to reach this point without cumming.

 If so, your prize is to decide whether you want to cum for me now or hold your seed in until you get to fuck your wife.

 If you came before it was time, let me know. Expect a punishment.

 When you are done, write an update here so that our fellow bros, fucking meatheads like you, will be inspired and join the pack in turn. Spread your musk. Make their nostrils flare with your manly scent. We gotta grow them too, solider. And there is no better instrument for that than seeing how you are turning into a fucking stallion! Don’t think, just write. Let your cock do the writing. Tell us what a beast you have become, jocktoy.

Yesterday night I was on my bed reading. I had a good day and I was ready to sleep, but you know, I just was reading “that last chapter”, but then my phone sound. Was that particular sound that Kik does. Was Fran, my Sir. We say hi, we talked a little and then, suddenly, he told me, no, he commanded me to cum. Right there right now. I was already hard (I’m always hard with I talk with Fran), so I started jerking off. He demanded to go faster and cum immediately. I took my clothes off and i jerked faster. I came. My cum was all over me. I reported that I have cum, and then he told me to swallow my own cum. All of it. I said, Yes, Sir! I rubbed my fingers on my abs and chest, and I started to feed me. I licked and sucked the cum out of my fingers. Even at the next morning still I can taste it on my mouth. I told him I was done and clean. He respond with a simple: “Good. Cum again.” And that was all I needed to know to obey and start jerking off again. It took me a little bit longer but I was so turned on that I got hard without problem. I licked my hand and put my salive on my cock. I jerk harder and faster. I pull my ball a little and I twisted my nipples. I came. All my muscles shivered. I told Fran that I was done. He said: “Good boy. Is your cock hurting?” Me: “A little” Fran: “Then let’s go again” Again?! That is imposible, I told to myself, but I’m a Jocktoy. He owns me. What I said to myself is irrelevant. What Fran said is what matters. So I start stroking again. This time was harder, way harder. But Fran started yelling to me, pressuring me. That made me think about him being right there with me, milking me, his hand jerking me off, screaming to my face: Cum, Soldier, cum! My cock was hard, I was groaning loud… and I came for the third time. I told him that I was done. He told me to hydrate and go sleep. And he was gone. I stayed on the bed, tired, sore, sweaty, and my mind spending. What the fuck just happened? I was not sure. But I had a deep feeling that I had been used. A feeling of being just an object, a muscle meat… a Jocktoy. Then I smiled.

A jocktoy’s hunger for his musclemate’s approval. An Alpha toying with his muscle pup. You can sense how badly the jocktoy wants his Alpha to take charge. He’s getting excited, shivering. Sculpted, chain around the neck. Bro cap. He’s being grown into a massive bull. And it feels so right. He’s gotten used to wearing little next to his Owner. Still covered in sweat from his last lifting sesh, he’s lusting to feel his Owner’s tongue, his manly touch. His approval. This is the transformative power of brotherhood. Turn into that virile, primal beast. Surrender to the need to GROW. Your fast hardening cock knows it’s what you long for.

Breathe in.

Let my musk work its magic on you.

Pablo Paker & Otrotini photographed by Rafa Casares

Let me tell you about the WildMuscleBros, the Pack I belong to.  The Pack focuses on building bull stud MUSCLE and being a cocky badass.  Even more, the Pack is about the Growth Journey:  growing muscle; getting in touch with and exuding confident masculinity; being fucking PRIMAL; encouraging and coaching other Pack members; confronting shit and pushing through your pussy excuses; and having some dirty fun. The Pack has helped me in all these areas of my growth journey. I have been pushed to work harder and to be more consistent in the gym, and I have seen results. I have also been coached to embrace and let out the masculine beast within, and practicing this has been confrontational but very rewarding.  Here’s a short, real-life description to demonstrate the point.

Yesterday was about raw, primal confrontation and channeling aggressive, masculine energy:  I had an MMA style fight with another bro into brawling. I went over to his place, and I could tell we were both amped up and pumped with adrenaline.  He was already sweaty, and I could smell the musk coming off of him which got me more excited to fight him.  We were both ready to fuck each other up.  Then, we went into a room with mats, put on sparring gloves and bite guards, talked some shit, and started the fight.  We were pretty evenly matched, and the dude was fucking strong.  We traded punches to the face and body, went for take-downs, crashed our sweaty bodies into each other, and wrestled on the floor. In the end, my opponent got me in a choke hold, and I tapped out.  He won the match, but I was fucking pumped and felt incredible.  [Fighting and wrestling are only times I feel and experience the primal, masculine animal fucking explode and take over my body and mind.  The feeling is intoxicating and powerful:  it’s about the sweaty, rough, carnal collision of MEN simultaneously fighting and bonding.] The jock that owns me told me that losing was unacceptable and that I need to fight this opponent again and beat his ass.  My owner is 100% correct and knows how to stir up this jocktoy’s testosterone and aggressive energy.  I’ll train harder, and challenge him again.  I’ll fucking destroy his ass next time!