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#TheDapperExecutive

That male to whom you open your soul. To whom you reveal yourself - and who reveals you.

That man you allow to know you better than you know yourself.

That brother who can call you on your bullshit, pull you out of your misery with a witty joke, force you to lift for one more with nothing but a glare, 

The one who makes you...

Stronger.  Bigger.  Better.

MANLIER.

That beast who understands your primal nature, and helps you draw it out. Who does not fear your testosterone, your musk or your proximity. With who being raw, naked, emotionally and physically, is the only thing that feels right.

That man who fulfills your deep, universal longing for male bonding. To find a male who will mold you into a greater version of yourself. From man to titan.

Seek the unconditional love of your musclemate. And grow with him. GROW, beast!

Let yourself be SCULPTED.

Behrooz Tabani getting his pecs massaged like bread dough 🤤

The Cage

Arturo saw the cage´s door open. Part of him did not want to go inside, but the other part knew was the best idea. That duality always fighting. No winner, no loser, just an inner fight. He looked at the cage and then to Fran again.

"Come on, go inside, you have to do it," said Fran with a calm voice.

Arturo knew he was right and stepped inside.

Fran closed to door behind him and put the double chain and lock. Arturo´s breathing started to go faster. Maybe it was a bad idea after all. Panic incressed. Arturo grabs the bars with both hands and shakes them.

"Fran, let me out. I don't want to be here. Open de door... open it!"

"Arturo, look at me. Calm down, breath. Breath. You HAVE to be there. Soon everything will be over. Tomorrow the sun will rise and you, and everybody else will be fine. Ok?"

Fran´s voice calmed Arturo down. Breath. He sat on the floor and waited. In a couple minutes the moon would be on the zenith and it will start.

Fran sat in a chair at a fair distance from the cage and waited too. Any of them talked.

Fran almost fell to sleep when Arturo suddenly started groaning. Fran got on his feet and look at Arturo. This part was fascinating for Fran. Arturo was laying on the floor. His body was shaking and drops of sweat cover his face. The groaning became louder and louder. Pain and anger. His fists hit the floor. He got in his knees, and after that, struggling, he managed to get in his feet. Then the bones cracked. One single loud crack and Arturo was now 8.5 feet tall. Fran, almost under a hypnosis, walked towards the cage. Fran had seen that transformation dozens of times but always was captivating to see such power comes to life. Arturo grabbed the bars to the cage to enduring the pain and stay standing.

"Now the muscles" whispered Fran to nobody.

Arturo´s muscles started to move like something was under them. And they grow, and grow, and grow. His new body ripped his clothe off in pieces. In front of Fran was Arturo, but was not Arturo anymore, now was a muscled beast. Pure fury and primal instinct. Arturo now was the Bull, as Frans liked to call it. And for the last months, Frans was trying to tame that bull...

Finally, the transformation was complete and the Bull stood proud and powerful. He looked around him. The cage. Then he became aware of Frans presence. In a fast movement, the Bull extended his enormous arms thru the bars trying to grab Fran´s neck. Fran jumped back just in time to escape from his fists.

"Easy, easy... you are not going to kill me that fast, you monster," Said Fran in a playful way.

Fran looked at the Bull´s eyes. Was intimidating, but not to Fran, not anymore. And with an authoritative voice, he told him "Step back from the door"

The Bull did not move.

"Step back!!"

The Bull groaned and start shaking the cage. Looked like the cage and the whole cabin would colaps, but Fran quickly learned from the first nights so now he was sure that everything will contain the monster.

"Alright. Fuck you" Said Fran and walked away from the room. For a couple minutes Fran stayed in the other room listing the Bull groaning and roaring. For one moment he thought the Bull will break the chain, but everything stayed still. When finally the Bull calmed down, Fran got back in front of him and looking him to the eyes.

"Calm down. Calm down. I'm your Sir. Do you understand? We have been thru this... I´m-Your-Sir."

The Bull looked at Fran and did not move.

"I'm going to open the door. Do you understand? And you will control yourself. I WILL control you."

The Bull did not move. Just his pecs when up and down while he filled his lungs with air. That was the reason Fran came up with the name of Bull.

Fran took the key and opened the lock. Slowly he took the chain of the door. This is it, though Fran. And then he opened the door.

The Bull growl like never before and when to attack Fran. But Fran did not move. He stared into his eyes and commanded. "Stop!!"

And the Bull did.

They have one second looking at each other's eyes... but with that second everything falls in his place. Everyone knew from now on his place.

"Good boy," said Fran. "Now get in your knees"

The Bull did.

Fran grabs the same chain and lock that he used in the cage´s door and put then around the Bulls neck.

Fran contemplated the muscled beast that he had in his knees in front of him. That powerful Bull, tamed by him. "I did it," Said Fran. "I fucking did it" The Bull was his, he owned his personal beastly musclegod.

"Now, let's have some fun," Said Fran to his toy and smiled.

“If I am worth anything now, it is because I am built on the foundations laid for me then, by myself”. Taking the first steps is hard. We salute your journey @bigboysdrinkmilk… and the self-love you are able to show your younger self. Keep inspiring!

Your change is crazy. You looked like such a loser before and now you’re a proper man. So hot dude

I have a strict no-negging policy, because, honestly, sending these kinds of messages is weird as fuck. I’m not sure what you get out of it.

But I want to be clear about something; permanent, long-lasting progress and change is built on the back of loving yourself and loving the process.

The man you see on the left is a different man than I am now, sure. He was 140 pounds soaking wet and couldn’t bench the bar. I could pick him up with one arm, today, easy.

He also made the hard decision to completely change how he eats, how he sleeps, how he spends his free time, he completely evolved how he interacted with the world in pursuit of a passion. He came out as gay in small town and in an incredibly difficult situation, losing friends and family along the way. He struggled to provide for himself through difficult college years and laid down the path for me, now, to be engaged to the love of my life, to be involved daily in my passions and hobbies, to pursue happiness and fulfillment in a city that I love and with people I am proud to surround myself with.

If I am worth anything now, it is because I am built on the foundations laid for me then, by myself and others. The man on the left isn’t a loser, he’s a fighter. The man on the right just happens to be the one that could break you in half for saying shit like this to my face.

Killian Belliard

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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

3 weeks

Three weeks. How can I get so hard just to think about it? In June I will be in my Master’s hands for three weeks. He will be free t do whatever he wants with me. Use me, command me, transform me, shape me, mind fuck me… I’m giving him total submission.

For three weeks I will be his obedient muscle sex toy and I can’t wait. I know he is already planing and thinking ideas to him having fun with me, and that makes me horny.

This will be a good summer and I just can imagine how I will be after those three weeks. But for now, just the expectation is killing me.

—Arturo