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FIRST TIME COCK CAGED
Has been years since Fran and I started this journey. Years where we have been building our self, discovering, exploring and learning.
We know our places. He is my Owner and I am his muscle object.
And now, we are reaching a new milestone, finally I have been cock caged. It feels right, it feels the right moment, I’m physically, mentally and emotionally ready. My Master chose the perfect cage for me and I’m so happy to wearing it. I am his. He own me.
He is taking his time to slowly training me to use the cage and feel comfortable with it. He takes care of me like that. But the ultimate goal is soon be caged for 5 weeks.
If you have been following our journey, let me tell you there is still a lot ahead of us. We are not even close to be finishing. Come along with us in this ride. Enjoy (as I am enjoying it so horny all the time)
Still growing for my Master. In case you were wondering…
-Arturo
Another jocktoy aspiring to find his Alpha. Make it happen.
Anyone interested in molding me into their himbo boytoy? If so DM me 😉
Help this pup find his Owner.
I need a bro, bro. A bro to grow big with, and grow big for. A bro to eat lift, fuck, repeat with. A bro so horned up and pinned up, he plows, fills, and hate fucks me from behind in a headlock. A bro whose stink mark me as his. A bro who loves and protects me, but also shares me to be abused. A bro whose pits I can bury my face in to feel like home. A bro whom I can service on all fours with his legs spread land arms behind his head. A bro to feed me cock, muscles, cum, and piss, and every form of his testosterone. I need a bro, who calls me his boy.
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
Growing every day for my Master. That is purpose.
-Arturo
Ready for Master’s inspection.
-Arturo
Your cock connected to your groin. Your groin connected to your body. Your body connected to your mouth. Your mouth connected to my cock.
Your body getting bigger, stronger, harder - like my cock in your mouth. Bigger, stronger, harder. My cock enlarging inside of your hungry mouth. Your mouth becuming connected to it. Your entire body shaking with pleasure as I flex my cock in your hungry mouth. My cock guiding your body’s movement. In sync. Lose yourself in the musk of my crotch. Exist in the moment, solely in the moment. Welcome what your crave. Welcome my cock. Accept my cock. As it accepts you. As it turns you into an extension of my cock. Of my will. You are the beast between my legs. A manly snake. My third leg. Eres mi polla. Eres mi verga. I grab your head like I would grab my cock to masturbate. And you drool as I leak in your mouth. Your saliva and my precum are one. Your mouth and cock are one.
And when I come inside of you, my cum travels through you. And you cum at the end of your cock. Because all of you is an extension of my cock.
You are my cock. Mi polla. Mi verga.
-Dom Francesco
Do you think any man can become a bro?
Why don’t we turn you into one and you’ll have your answer…
My first time in a sex shop
My heart was racing. It was hard to concentrate on driving while my mind was thinking about what I was about to do. My first time in a sex shop. I was going because my owner told me to get a butt plug, and because I’m an obedient muscle sex slave y was about to do it. Maybe for most of you going to a sex shop is not a big deal, but it was for me and was excited.
I arrived at the place. I parked right in front. A lot of neon lights welcomed me. I did not stay in the car longer. I jumped out of my car, and enter the store. Honestly, I don’t know what was I expecting but It was brighter than I thought. Four employees were chatting happily close to the cash register: two guys and two girls.
“Hello, welcome to Galaxy” told one of the girls.
“Thank you,” I said, and I started to look around.
There were a lot of things that I only saw in the movies before. Whips, flashlights, all kinds of dildos, big, extra big, and huge! Lubricants, vibrators, and things that I have no idea what was for it. Despite my best efforts, I’m sure I looked lost because one of the employees, the same one that welcomed me came to my rescue.
“Do you need help? Something in specific that you are looking for?”
There was no point in pretending.
“The truth is that I’m new in all this” I confessed. “And I’m looking for… a butt plug?”
“Yes,” She said immediately “We have them over here”
She walked to one side of the store and I followed her.
“From here to the cock pumps are the butt plugs. Look around, see if there is something you like, and tell me if you have any questions” And she leaves me alone in front of all those butt plugs.
It was overwhelming. I had no idea that would be so many different. But at the same time, I felt so powerful and manly looking at those butt plugs. I was being obedient, I was doing what I was commanded, and despite my nervousness, I was there and that made me feel fucking awesome.
I’m pretty sure I looked more confused than before because now another employee, a guy this time, came to offer help.
“I’m new in all this,” I said again, “so I’m looking for something for beginners, but my (owner, master, sir) friend has this fantasy of my using the plug through the day, so need to be safe,” I explained.
The employee pointed me to two different ones that could work and even told me that I could take pics and send them to my “friend” and see if he liked them. And he left. At that moment I realized that I was in another world—a world where I could say out loud my kinky fantasies. I felt a sensation of freedom.
After a few more minutes I finally choose one. THE one. The one that I will take home and will be up in my butt.
I went to the cashier; he looked at the product and asked me if I also wanted some lubricant.
“Do I?” I ask.
The cashier smiled at me and took me now to another wall with a lot of lubricants. Sizes, brands, colors, even flavors… I give up.
“Which one is the best one?” I asked
He took one and put it on my hand. “That one,” He said.
“O.k. I will take this one too!” I said happily.
For some reason, it felt good to be the new guy, the one who doesn’t know but is learning, and if something I’m good at is in learning new stuff.
I paid, and I left the store like a kid with new candies.
Immediately I sent a pic to my Master feeling proud as fuck. Now you are wondering how it felt using the butt plug for the first time… well, that is another story.
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.
Just because he’s my slave, doesn’t mean he stopped being the way he is. It would be really boring if he lost what made me attracted to him in the first place.
He’s still the same cocky son of a bitch that thinks he’s the greatest gift to the world. He’s still the same arrogant motherfucker that will do whatever he can to get hat he wants. He’s still the same bastard, full of himself, that prides himself on how amazing he is.
The only difference is that now I’m the focus of his pride and his ego. He prides himself on serving me, he craves my attention and my desire, and when he’s with me all he wants is me, bending him over and fucking him, and cumming in his ass while he twitches in pleasure under my power.
And what can I say? He’s still really good at getting what he wants.
When he undresses like this, and shows me his body like this, and when he looks at me like this with all of him begging me to take him and use him, it’s really hard to resist. I usually give in and take him and do what he wants.
It’s what I want, after all. I’m the one making him want it.
He wants my cock to suck it. He wants my body to serve it. He wants my cum inside him reminding him whom he belongs to. His source of pride is knowing that he’s my property and my sex slave.
And when he looks at me like this, when he offers himself to me like this, I have no option but giving it to him.
Just because he’s my slave doesn’t mean that he changed. He’s still a cocky bastard at heart, and he always will be.
But now he’s mine. My cocky bastard, my arrogant submissive sex toy.
That’s how I like him.
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Master and slave.
Is more than a relationship, is a way to live. Is trust, growth, is to rely in each other. Being a Master or a Slave is to know your place and be proud.
-Arturo
A good Owner understands the importance of back day. Uncoached guys generally focus on biceps and maybe pecs and think they’ll feel manlier. They realise how little they actually felt the day they flex the wings their Owner forced them to grow. Flex for me beast, and feel your balls churning. I’ve turned you into the titan I envisioned. Now take flight, son of Hilo, and let me show you off to the world. Let us make them gasp. For this is just the beginning.
Breathe in.
Let my musk work its magic on you.
Pablo Paker & Otrotini photographed by Rafa Casares
All I need is a small shack where we can meet. Where I can keep you. I don’t need tons of space or fancy equipment to force you to grow, to keep you focused on what you most desire: being sculpted into a massive muscle beast. Away from civilization and its demands. You can empty your mind, lean in on me to guide you. You won’t have to worry about anything. Psychological stress isn’t good for your growth. Let me take care of you. You know I know best. I’ve sculpted you so much already. I don’t need tons of pace to continue my work. All you have to do is give into the primal call. To surrender just a little further. When it gets cold, I’ll have you sweat your balls off: burning up your body fat will keep us warm and redraw your silhouette. And when it gets hot, and that will be most of the time, I’ll have you flex and drool. For my inspection. So I know where to take your training next. Yes, that cabin in the woods will do nicely. We’ll learn to share that tiny space. Until I force you to outgrow it.
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?
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.
Community.
Local boy too unfocused to stick to a hobby, dabbles between wanting to be an artist, activist and bodybuilder; can’t concretize a reality that includes all three.
It’s hella hard! But fuck it. I wanna be a jacked jack of all trades.
Here’s a wonky flex cuz why not.
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.
Brotherhood.
Males are defined by the company they keep.
Seek men who inspire you. Who push you to grow. Mentally, physically. Men who won’t allow you to hold back, to shy away from unleashing your full potential. Men who won’t take “No” for an answer when they tell you you’ve got it in you to push that barbell one more time.
Men who won’t fear the companionship. Men who understand the primal need to touch, to own, to embrace you. Let your mouth open to receive their lust. Allow yourself to finally experience that absolute, that worry-free sense of belonging.
Allow yourself to grow for your brothers. Revel in the primal lust you ignite. Drop your clothes. Let the masks fall. Be who you were meant to be. A primal muscle god.
PUSH, HARDER.
Tom Faulk and Owen Michaels Bump! (2014)
A journey
Has been years since I meet my Sir. I was a different person back then. Now, he has transformed me. He has made me who I should be. I’m his muscle slave and at the same time he has made me more manly and powerful.
I use this jockstraps with pride. They are my uniform. They are my reminder that I’m owned. Fuck, I love it so much.
-Arturo
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.
Deep, meaningful male bonding is a source of infinite power. Standing on the shoulders of our musclemates, we GROW and achieve what we thought was once out of reach. We are ONE in growth.
Stand up straight and tall and WIDE.
Stand up straight as your Owner inspects EVERY.SINGLE.INCH of your body. His pinching reminds you that you are meat for Him. A mountain of muscle He is growing, sculpting.
Feeling His hands on you, you have never felt manlier. Stronger.
More VIRILE.
You relish the testosterone coursing through your blood. You can feel it in your churning balls after a good workout. You give yourself, you surrender during His inspection. Ready for the next steps. The next goals. Nothing will stop you. Nothing will stop your GROWTH. Not with Him by your side, setting expectations. You’re gonna push. HARDER. Because His hand on you, it reminds you that this is what you’ve always longed for. To be this massive masculine titan that GROWS and GROWS and GROWS.
@growinggaymer @bigjockbro
Let yourself be SCULPTED.
Behrooz Tabani getting his pecs massaged like bread dough 🤤
Dominance
It’s not about dominance, it’s about know your place. You are the Master; you lead, you push, you create, you own. You are the Slave; you obey, you grow, you transform, you are his.
We are there for each other. We are complete together. And feels right.
-Arturo
