▪️ my ROIDED jourmey ▪️
Has been years since i meet SIR.
i was a different person back then.
Now, HE has transformed me.
HE has made me who i should be.
i’m his muscle slave
and at the same time HE has made me
more manly and powerful.
i wear my piercings with pride.
They are my uniform.
They are my reminder that i am owned.
Fuck, i love it so much.
If you allow yourself to be guided,
if you surrender to your longing
to be grown into a massive musclebull,
your SIR will sculpt you into something
you never truly believed was possible for yourself.
Put in the work, be committed, dedicate yourself.
Earn HIS time, be deserving of HIS guidance,
and HE will take you to heights
that will make your dumbed down mind spin.
Offer yourself to HIS vision.
Becum what you were meant to be.
Experience symbiosis.
Growth.
Male bonding.
Experience exultation.
You can be so much more if you surrender
and allow HIM to unleash your true potential.
An object and HE is the sculptor.
Men pushing themselves to embrace masculinity.
Unafraid, unashamed of the bonding.
Of the raw power of the growth journey.
So many males just need the guidance
to explode into real virile muscled b**sts.
Keep pushing yourselves to greatness!
SIR's proud of HIS big muscle trophy.
Stand up straight and tall and WIDE.
Stand up straight as your Owner inspects
EVERY.SINGLE.INCH of your body.
HIS pinching and prodding
reminds you that you are meat for HIM.
A mountain of muscle HE is growing, sculpting.
Feeling HIS hands on you, you have never felt manlier.
Stronger.
More VIRILE.
You relish the testosterone coursing through your blood.
You can feel it in your churning balls after a good workout.
You give yourself, you surrender during HIS inspection.
Ready for the next steps.
The next goals.
Nothing will stop you.
Nothing will stop your GROWTH.
Not with HIM by your side, setting expectations.
You’re gonna push.
HARDER.
Because HIS hand on you,
it reminds you that this is what you’ve always longed for.
To be this massive masculine muscle mass
that GROWS and GROWS and GROWS.
Just a dumb muscle bull being fully owned by his SIR.
Mind blank, unable to move as i'm inspected, manhandled.
“You built your body to be admired, to be touched and to be acquired.”
That’s what my SIR explained to me on the first night i spent with him:
i had built my body up and carefully
made sure i looked good for my age
so that i could be admired and acquired as a trophy for an elite man like him.
Once he said it, it all made sense.
i was meant to be an owned trophy boy
and i wanted him to make changes
to tweak my body and groom my looks to his precise preferences.
i have been grown, sculpted for my Owner.
And he’s growing this muscle trophy more and more.
Leg days makes this muscle trophy very… horny.
Testosterone pumping through every muscle fiber.
But a simple caress is all it takes
for the piece of muscle to start melting, surrendering.
Abandoning myself to the lust of my Alpha.
i know i’m being sculpted into a stronger, manlier version
of what i once was.
i was a different person back then.
Now, HE has transformed me.
HE has made me who i should be.
i’m his muscle slave
and at the same time HE has made me
more manly and powerful.
i wear my piercings with pride.
They are my uniform.
They are my reminder that i am owned.
Fuck, i love it so much.
If you allow yourself to be guided,
if you surrender to your longing
to be grown into a massive musclebull,
your SIR will sculpt you into something
you never truly believed was possible for yourself.
Put in the work, be committed, dedicate yourself.
Earn HIS time, be deserving of HIS guidance,
and HE will take you to heights
that will make your dumbed down mind spin.
Offer yourself to HIS vision.
Becum what you were meant to be.
Experience symbiosis.
Growth.
Male bonding.
Experience exultation.
You can be so much more if you surrender
and allow HIM to unleash your true potential.
An object and HE is the sculptor.
Men pushing themselves to embrace masculinity.
Unafraid, unashamed of the bonding.
Of the raw power of the growth journey.
So many males just need the guidance
to explode into real virile muscled b**sts.
Keep pushing yourselves to greatness!
SIR's proud of HIS big muscle trophy.
Stand up straight and tall and WIDE.
Stand up straight as your Owner inspects
EVERY.SINGLE.INCH of your body.
HIS pinching and prodding
reminds you that you are meat for HIM.
A mountain of muscle HE is growing, sculpting.
Feeling HIS hands on you, you have never felt manlier.
Stronger.
More VIRILE.
You relish the testosterone coursing through your blood.
You can feel it in your churning balls after a good workout.
You give yourself, you surrender during HIS inspection.
Ready for the next steps.
The next goals.
Nothing will stop you.
Nothing will stop your GROWTH.
Not with HIM by your side, setting expectations.
You’re gonna push.
HARDER.
Because HIS hand on you,
it reminds you that this is what you’ve always longed for.
To be this massive masculine muscle mass
that GROWS and GROWS and GROWS.
Just a dumb muscle bull being fully owned by his SIR.
Mind blank, unable to move as i'm inspected, manhandled.
“You built your body to be admired, to be touched and to be acquired.”
That’s what my SIR explained to me on the first night i spent with him:
i had built my body up and carefully
made sure i looked good for my age
so that i could be admired and acquired as a trophy for an elite man like him.
Once he said it, it all made sense.
i was meant to be an owned trophy boy
and i wanted him to make changes
to tweak my body and groom my looks to his precise preferences.
i have been grown, sculpted for my Owner.
And he’s growing this muscle trophy more and more.
Leg days makes this muscle trophy very… horny.
Testosterone pumping through every muscle fiber.
But a simple caress is all it takes
for the piece of muscle to start melting, surrendering.
Abandoning myself to the lust of my Alpha.
i know i’m being sculpted into a stronger, manlier version
of what i once was.
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