How The Journey Began. Two Primal Beasts On A #GrowthJourney, Finding Each Other. A Soldier And A Sculptor.

A new beast enters the brotherhood!

This is a defining moment. One you’ll remember, Apollo-in-the-making. Don’t forget to keep pics of today. The first day you stepped into the Arena and became a gladiator. You don’t know how to pose, yet. But take pics. There’s nothing more inebriating than looking back at those old pics and remembering where the journey began. Just know one thing though. We’re not gonna let you stop at an Apollo physique. We’ll sculpt you into something the Gods themselves will leak buckets for. Be ready. It’s a tough journey. But you’ve faced your fears today. This can never, EVER be taken away from you. Many boys spend lifetimes lost in fantasies of growth. But you’ve found your True North. You’ve taken the first step towards unleashing all that raw, primal, masculine energy within you. Don’t hide that erection reading this is giving you. Wear that boner proudly. You’ve earned it. Every step of that journey makes you more man. Bask in the glory.

Welcome!

I’ve been chatting to WildMuscleBros today. Their a… consortium, or pack of masculine, muscular beasts. Simple as that. They’re the type of people I want to follow and learn from. I’ve always wanted to get jacked, get bulking biceps and fat pecs. To look like Apollo - the god of the sun, knowledge and generally jacked dude. But I’ve never set foot into a gym before. Sure, I’ve climbed and swam, but never been to a gym before. Weird right? He reminded me today that my confidence and pretty words of desire can only go so far. That to achieve my goals, I’d need action.

So today I did just that. I went to the gym.

Although Ive lived in my neighbourhood for three years, I had no idea where the closest gym was. But, with Google maps, I found it. The moment I entered the smell hit me. Sweat. It was as if all the oxygen had been deprived from the air and replaced with BO, the old fragrance for real men. My surprise must’ve been obvious as one of the reception people apologised and said that the aircon wasn’t working properly. I wasn’t phased: I liked it as it smelt manly. And then I looked around. Now, to be fair it wasn’t packed with people. But the people were huge. Pulsating muscle, colossal pecs and glistening bodies. Oh and the hair, the tufts of hair peeking out from under armpits and obviously too short tank tops. Ok it sounds great here but I was intimidated to all hell. I’m short and small and I’ve always felt intimidated by people bigger than me. I think it’s called short people syndrome? I digress, I bit my tongue, dug in my shoes, put on my EarPods and made a bee-line for the weights. I wasn’t going to run away cause of some guys. I picked up a pair - 7kgs - and I just started lifting. I did the same routine that I did with my weights at home, but more… I didn’t just do it once, but three times. I really, really enjoyed it. Maybe it was the atmosphere, perhaps the new experience. But I felt full of energy. Then I thought, hell let’s jump on the treadmill. And somehow I spent 30 minutes on that before a much larger - no not muscular - man stood behind me staring at the back of my skull to get the hell off. I was too hot and sweaty to say something. So I got off and moved on. I regret not going off to the benches, as that’s something I really want to learn how to do, but I was tired. And sweaty. Lucky tomorrows another day.

I went to the gym today and I fucking loved it. I know I’m going to keep going back. I’m going to keep going back until it’s an addiction, a lifelong love, something that I can’t give up. Something that I won’t give up.

The phrase “barrister beast” was thrown around when chatting to WildMuscleBros while taking about my goals. To become a masculine, colossal, hulking, sweaty, beast.

But I’m going to go a step further. I’m going to become a barrister beast, for sure, but I’m going to take a page out of Apollo’s book - I’m going to become a god.

Curious to see how did pans out. Anyone of you out there also committing to this? @alphatitantrainee?

Welcome Message From Undie Trainer

Greetings Trainees!

I’m excited to begin our second season of Undie Training together. I hope you also share my enthusiasm. This season, I’m planning on improving upon season 1 but keeping the foundational elements the same. So we will still be guided by our three foci: Physical Fitness, Personal Wellness and Undie Appreciation.

For those of you who are new this season and a refresher for those returning, each week a new Blueprint is posted (follow @undie-trainer and follow the hashtag “#ut blueprint” to find the latest blueprint in your tumblr feed). Each Blueprint provides at least 3 missions to complete that week; one in each focus area. Blueprints are designed to be readable in 5mins, but are typically quite information heavy. Thus, it is advisable to refer back to the Blueprint often throughout the week, or reblog the Blueprint for easy reference. While I highly encourage the Trainees complete all portions of Blueprints, Trainees may decide to follow 1, 2, or all 3 foci depending on personal choice, preference, interest and/or situation.

This season the documentation section of past Blueprints is going away. Instead, trainees should document their personal progress in a tumblr blog, either their main page or a separate journal blog. Blueprints will suggest what information to document. All posts related to Undie Training should be tagged with “#undie training” for simple retrieval and reference in the future. It is also appreciated to send @undie-trainer the post via direct message, this helps to craft upcoming training to the current needs of the Brotherhood. I’ll also be periodically highlighting trainees who are showing great dedication. Submissions are still welcome and appreciated via the Undie Training submissions link at the top of the blog.

For your convenience, I will be developing a season 2 training post index. The index will be powered by hashtags. The hashtags in a post will tell you all or some of the following information: the date of the post, Blueprint name, foci, topic, muscle zone, undies style, and/or type of post. All posts will include “#undie training” and “#ut2”.

In season 1, I introduced the idea of an Undie Training Brotherhood. This season I would like to see the Brotherhood grow both in numbers as well as fellowship. So I will be introducing the option to sign up for an Undie Training Brotherhood Training Bud (UTBTB or Bud for short). Those interested in being and being assigned a Bud will be matched up, message me of your interest. My goal will be to match up Trainees with similar interests in similar time zones so the Buds can message each other with questions, offer encouragement and provide support. More details will be forthcoming.

As members of the Undie Training program, I am trusting each of you to try your hardest. Some days will be better than others, but training consistently even on bad or busy days is important. I am also asking that Undie Training Trainees reblog, like and/or comment on Undie Training posts. This is the number one way we will increase the size of our Brotherhood. So please remember to reblog and tag Undie Training related posts with “#undie training”.

To prepare for the opening of season 2 on Thursday, I’ll be posting information the next few days. Here is that schedule:

Tuesday: Equipment List (required and optional/suggested) and Basic Training Schedule

Wednesday: Training Operations and Rules plus Hashtag search index

Thursday: Season 2 Premier Blueprint

Thursday Night (9:30 to 10:30pm eastern): Opening Day Welcome Night - submit asks that I’ll be answering (tips for training, general/specific questions, whatever that is respectful)

This upcoming season holds great promise for all of us. Together we will better ourselves as we train each day. A habit takes 21days to form, but a lifestyle change takes a minimum of 90day. So don’t give up, stick with it…you’ll thank yourself.

Reach out to me via private message or ask a public question if you need assistance.

Good Luck and Keep Training,

Undie Trainer

@undie-Trainer | June 11, 2018

Morning coffee

Early morning. All is quiet. You’ve slipped out of bed to start making the coffee. You smile, thinking how nice it’ll smell when I finally wake up. You already imagine walking back to my bedroom, two cups of coffee in hand. Lost in thoughts, you gasp as hands come from behind to caress your hands. You moan softly, but don’t look bad, don’t say a word. You haven’t been given permission to speak yet. The hands continue to explore your body, the manhandling picking up in strength. You stare at the coffee machine, as your breathing accelerates. You feel controlled. Objectified. The sound of the dripping coffee and your hushed moans break the morning silence. The breath on your neck is warm. Manly. You imagine the breath’s caress melting your whole swole body. Melting into a giant erection. You are a large penis, and hands over your body make shiver with lust. Thus abandoning yourself, you feel one hand covering your mouth, pressing a finger so you can do what you do so well: suck. You feel the other hand forcing you to bend. Instinctually, you spread your ass and grab the kitchen counter. You feel a warm cock press at the entrance of your most intimate hole. You let the cock push forward, enter you. Wondering, for a brief moment, if you could deny entrance. Your mancunt is forced wide open as the cock pushes deeper in. And a rhythm is found: with each hump, you fall deeper into your daydreaming. Your cock leaking as you enjoy being forcefully taken. The coffee machine is almost done. You feel the cock moving faster inside of you, inflating further. As if in a race against the coffee machine, you feel the cock erupt in you, exploding and filling you with semen. For a second you black out. When you shake awake, it is because you hear the beep the coffee machine makes to indicate it is time for you to pour the dark liquid in two cups. Confused, you think that your daydreaming is becoming more and more real. You look down and you see all of the precum that has leaked through your cock cage. You smile, amazed that I’ve trained you to leak even without a full erection. You grab the two cups and turn around to head up to my bedroom. You know it won’t be long now before I wake up, and you look forward to my appreciative nod as you’ll extend your arm and offer me a cup of warm coffee with your cutest puppy eyes.It is only once you start going up the stairs that you feel something leak out of you. Warm male seed starts running down your legs as you raise move them to go to the second floor. It dawns on you that maybe you didn’t daydream after all. Maybe, just maybe, you’ve truly just been given a sense of what your OWNER has planned for you today.

The Pack is reminded of this.

Every. Day. 

As we push one another to greater heights. 

As we demand of each other to lift more than the day before. To forget the limits of the past. 

We grow as ONE. 

We are beasts. 

UNLEASHED. 

-Fran

GAINS

ARE

EARNED,

NOT

GIVEN

You Have To Earn That Shit!

#TheDapperExecutive

Let yourself be SCULPTED.

Behrooz Tabani getting his pecs massaged like bread dough 🤤

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.

There’s nothing like another manly brother to help you push beyond your physical limits. It might be the heat radiating from his body as he spots you. It might be his powerful musk filling your nostrils as you inhale deeper to push harder. Or it might be his commanding order to go for one more rep. Whatever aspect of it works for you, being part of something greater through #malebonding is what can awake the powerful beasts that sleep within each one of us. Just ask Arturo... Over the past few months, he has started to truly become the muscle jock he was always meant to be. And as a result, he’s never felt more alive, move virile, more MALE in his entire life. Even then, his #growthjourney is just beginning. And so is yours, soldier. The Pack expects much of you. Surrender to your instincts. Breathe in, and grow massive. Become MAN. Become PRIMAL.

- Fran

Petar Duper and Andrea Muzi

Every time, always, at any moment that my Master text me, my cock gets hard, start leaking and my mind goes empty.

I became a muscle mindless slave and I’m ready for any order he ask me to do just at the sound of my phone getting his text.

I’m a sex toy. I’m a dumb muscle jock. I am his.

-Arturo

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!