He Owns You.

He owns you.

That moment when your mind goes empty. You feel, you know, that your control is dripping out of you as you submit once again to him. And feels so fucking good.

He owns you. That is clear. When he talks, when he turns his Master mode on there is nothing you can do. In one moment you can be chatting as two normal bros. But then you see it in his eyes. You notice on his voice. Something has changed. He wants to own you NOW.

You start stutter, you forget what you were saying. You just stare at his eyes. Until in a natural way you put your head down waiting for him to do... whatever he wants. He is your Master. And then here it comes the touch. His hands on you. That touch that you were missing so much. Your muscles tense when he touches you. Your breathing goes deeper and slower but your heart goes at 100 miles per hour. Your brain shuts off and all your animal instincts wake up. You are a beast now. A tamed beast. A muscle beast with an owner that doesn't need chains anymore to control you. He owns your body. He owns your mind. And feels so fucking right.

-Arturo

In my Master’s eyes.

The familiar cold steal on my wrists. My shoulders sore for having my arms up of my head for hours. Then the door opens and my cock gets hard as I have been trained.

My Sir has arrived to my prison.

He is wearing a suit. That means that he just got out of his job and came down here. No time to change or relax. That is bad news.

He don’t even say a word. He gets close to me, grab my cock and start jerking me off. I can feel his body close to me. His manly alpha energy. I can tell he had a bad day at work and now he will take all his frustrations on me. I’m here to serve him.

He looks me at the eyes. I see fire but also lust. He squeeze my balls. I moan. Is milking me as a beast. My cock is getting sore and I try to move away. The chains don’t let me and he grab my neck to keep me still. I am bigger and stronger than him, but he have the control.

I stop fighting. I know is useless. He keep jerking. Now the sore is pure pleasure. I moan lauder. He pinch my nipples hard, harder. My whole muscle body twitch. He slap my pecs. I groan. He is please.

Suddenly he takes my chains off. I’m free, I can fight back, run, scape... but I stay still. He is looking at me. I can’t move if he don’t allow me.

“Get in your knees”

And against all logic I obey.

He pulls my hair, open his zipper and put his hard cock in my mouth. I suck. I lick. I take everything he gives me. I look up, I look to my Master’s eyes and my mind gets lost. All I know is that I’m his muscle sex toy and that is my purpose.

Then I wake up... all was a dream. A vivid dream. My cock is hard and leaking. I was just dreaming about my Master. In reality I was in my bed and in a few minutes I had to get up, get ready, go to work and be a normal citizen. But that will be later, right now I will jerk off the fuck out of me.

-Arturo

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

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