Today’s Workout, 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.

My Growth Journey - So Far

Since joining the pack I have started a transformation that up to that point I had only dreamed about. I’ve grown stronger, bigger, more confident. I am becoming a beast and the pack is transforming me. I have never worked out harder, and I am loving every second of it. I have grown to crave that last rep. You know the one. The one that seems impossible. The one that makes you grit your teeth so hard you feel like they will break. The one that makes you grunt because you are pushing that hard. The one that makes your muscles burn so much it hurts. I love that pain. It means I am growing.

I’ve learned my place in the pack, and I work every day to earn it. I am turning into a confident alpha beast to the world. But I am owned. I’ve learned to control my self and submit while still being a bull of a man. It’s been frustrating and at times even painful, but it is worth it.

Gut, gone. Love handles, gone. Arms, defined. Quads, strong. My body is being transformed into a powerful machine.

I am becoming unapologetically man. The Pack drags the Man out of me and encourages me to be a beast. To walk with my chest out and head high. There is a bond. It’s like having a team in a locker room all the time. The competition, the shit talking forces the cocky alpha out and into the world. I’ve learned that I can be macho and dominate. I’m reminded almost every day, walking down the street, catching eyes with another man until he looks down and away, or not. That’s the best. Finding another jockboy in the wild and silently bonding for a moment.

That cocky swagger, the smirk, the strength. My inner beast is coming out and there is no stopping him now. I have no choice. I am man. I am beast. I am the Pack.

@wildmusclebros

Yes, Sir. Shirt off now. Flexing for you. It’s time for my Master to see his Slave’s body. He wants to see if I have been working out hard for him, building this body that he owns. He deserve the best. I am the best. I’m a beast. I’m an alpha muscle jock. But he owns this alpha muscle jock. Yes, Sir. I flex for you. Tell me that you are proud.

-Arturo

A growing beast.

I have not posted myself in a long time because many people don’t care or like posts of myself or even notice them.

I have less than 40 days before my first bodybuilding competition and I’m pumped. I’m doing this for the learning experience and not much on placement.

The feedback I’ll get will help me continue to grow as a bodybuilder.

When was the first time you realized what you were becoming? Was it the first time you flipped your baseball cap around without thinking about it? The first time you took scissors to the sleeves of all your t-shirts and turned them into muscle shirts for the gym? Was it when you went to go get dressed one morning and you realized all you had to wear was sports gear and gym clothes?

How about the first time you drove to the gym at 1 AM, when you were the only one there, because you couldn’t get to sleep without feeling the pump in your muscles? Or when you started slamming back protein shakes before and after every meal, or when you threw out all the junk food in your pantry and replaced it with expensive supplements and protein bars?

Was it last weekend, when instead of your usual morning news shows, you realized you had a football game on in the background as you were doing your meal prep for the week? Was it this morning when you realized your gym playlist had become mostly hip hop and hard rock instead of your usual dance and pop music tracks?

Think about it. When was the first time you realized that you were becoming a jock? Or have you even realized it yet?

GUYS

WHO

LIFT TOGETHER

STAYS TOGETHER

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#TheDapperExecutive

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.

Growing every day for my Master. That is purpose.

-Arturo

Always wrestle. Wrestle stronger guys than you. That will make YOU stronger, you will learn to endure pain, and you will discover that there is a thin line between pain and pleasure.

-Arturo

Dads... and Pack members.

You gotta find your Band of Brothers, bro. They’ll carry you just as far.

Why Dads are so important?

Many boys today don’t know what it means to be a MAN because they don’t have a man in their lives.

No matter how great a mother is, she cannot replace what a father provides to a boy. Research shows that mothers are typically soft, gentle, protective and emotional. Fathers tend to encourage risk-taking and to be challenging, loud, playful and physical. A boy needs a balance of protection and reasonable risk-taking. If a positive male role model isn’t around, there is a void in his life. Boys without father figures are more likely to be involved in criminal activity, do poorer in studies and participate in unhealthy activities.

Father-son interaction promotes a healthy physical well-being, perceptual ability and competency for relating with others.

Every boy needs a MAN who is always there for him.

#TheDapperExecutive