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Fitness Retreat Pt. 2
Fitness Retreat Pt. 1
Sturdy Oaks Fitness Retreat isn’t a typical workout spa or fat camp. It’s a camp for guys, targeting mostly out-of-shape former athletes – you know, those of us who were comfortable with a fitness lifestyle, but who became lazy and fell into “dad bod” lifestyle. Sturdy Oaks’ mission was to change that. And they had quite the reputation. In fact, they had a 100% success rate of turning around clients from soft dad bods to their chiseled, muscled athletes of their former heyday. But as with everything in life, all is not as it seems on the surface, and although Sturdy Oaks had a 100% success bragging right, their methods were a bit unorthodox… not that anyone really minded. Word of mouth made the place impossible to get into, and the waiting list was 2 years, minimum. Nevertheless, a 12-week retreat would set a fellow back around $100K, and of course 3 months of his life. But men flocked to the camp, and there was never an empty slot. And the results after completing the 12-week course would speak for themselves.
Men returned to their daily lives certainly more muscular, leaner, and more focused. And they also returned more virile, more masculine, and more sexually in-tune with themselves and their desires. Spouses, girlfriends, and partners alike didn’t even blink at the cost, given the reputation this place had for turning out revitalized studs that were easy on the eyes and fuck monsters in the bedroom. Though their full blueprint was a closely guarded secret, enough underground reports surfaced to narrow down their plan of attack into a phased approach that used bootcamp style training, targeted nutrition, hypnotherapy, and a reward system that somehow tied the whole thing together. But vague underground “methods” didn’t keep men lined up to get in. It was their results. Returning home, these men looked like Moses coming down off the mountain. They had experienced some type of intervention – and divine or not, Christians, Muslims, Jews, Hindus, Buddhists, and atheists alike wanted to get some of that!
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Muscle Slaves Earn Their Keep
Country Fair Torment
The following is an anonymous user submission, being posted today in honor of Coach Josh’s birthday. Feel free to write and send your own story in honor of it as well, with other gifts also welcome 🙂
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I’m not sure how I got there, but the sudden smell of funnel cakes and popcorn snapped me out of my daze. Instantly I became aware of random carnival noises and crowd chatter. I instinctively tightened my glutes, stiffened my arms, spread my lats, inflated my pecs, tightened my abs and clenched my jaw. I don’t know why, I just did – as the sea of carnival goers passed by nonchalantly… except for the few admirers who stole a gawk or two.
Two years earlier I had committed to stepping up my fitness regimen. I had reached one bitch of a plateau and couldn’t get past it. I changed up my nutrition, tweaked my workouts, hired a personal trainer, more cardio, less cardio, drop sets, HIIT, carb-cycling, intermittent fasting, split routines, been there, done that. As a last resort, I purchased some hypnosis MP3s online hoping they might provide an extra edge that could propel me past this progress slump. It was a long-shot I was willing to take. Plus, I figured I could slap together a shitload of these “motivational” scripts and listen to them on a continuous loop throughout the night while I slept. Multitasking! Couldn’t hurt, right?
That was two years ago. Two years of mind-fuck—every night. Oh, I was a willing participant, and boy did it suck me in from the start. My pumps when through the roof, my “perfect” nutrition was now spot on, my body fat decreased, my shirts were getting WAY tighter (in all the right place), my ass developed an awesome bubble shape that even made ME horny, and – as a happy side effect – my dick was hard quite often. I was constantly horny – and it made me workout even harder. Continue reading Country Fair Torment