Putting Arturo Through This. Hell Reach 100 Pushups For Xmas. My Present To Both Of Us.

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.

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 yourself be sculpted. Period.

Tim Budesheim.

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.

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.

Finally happened, my ass is bigger than my jeans. I guess all those squats that my Master make me do are paying off. I was lucky to be wearing a jockstrap when that happened. 😈

-Arturo