The Pack Is Reminded Of This.

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.

i must learn discipline

as an aspiring himbo, I work out 6 days a week

from now on I'll jack off only on my rest days

i can't waste energy and focus on pleasuring myself

muscles are pleasure. looking good is pleasure. discipline is pleasure

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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Option D please

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

Burger = A burger.

Cheese burger = There is a version of a burger that has cheese. It’s not a statement that all burgers have cheese, but that 1 variation of a burger has cheese.

Masculinity = Masculinity

Toxic Masculinity = There is a version of masculinity that is toxic. It is not a statement that all masculinity is toxic, but that 1 variation of masculinity is toxic.

All I want 2 do now is flex.

its a cycle bro. Gym. Gainz. Flex.

fuuuck bro it feels sooo gud

uuuuuhhhh….. huhuhu

Bruh dont fight it. Just give in

Day 4 of a real Extreme Jocktoy Week.

I’m exhausted. I groaned, growled, grunted at the gym. Was leg day and workout legs wearing a jock makes it special. I gave everting I had to make my legs grow. Some people stared at me for the noises I made, but I did not care, it was MY workout. Groaning made me feel more as a beast and improve my performance, that is all that matters.

The chain is still at my neck. The lock hang in my chest. Is heavy. The back of my neck is a little sore. But I’m so comfortable now with them. I’m complete.

My jock’s smell is intense. Reminds me my football team’s locker room back when I was in high school. Sniffing my jock while I edge makes me have all kind of twisted fantasies. The manly I feel the hornier I get. I’m even getting hard just writing this.

Today, I have to say, I missed my Sir. But I know he will be back soon and I will make him so fucking proud.

-Arturo

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