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Musclegod looked in the mirror, his skin still glistening from the oil the slave had massaged into his torso. He exhaled some smoke and looked at the length of ash at the end of a recently lit cigar. "Perfect" he muttered "Aren't I ?" His riding crop glided over the slave's tear strewn face. It looked up at its Master.
The slave was on its knees its dick hard and wet after an intense hour of worshipping its Master's perfect body, and a severe punishment session. Its voice hoarse from singing MuscleGod's praises. MuscleGod forgave the lack of response as he knew what the answer was. As far as the slave was concerned MuscleGod was his Alpha, his Boss, its owner its Master. It's Perfect Alpha, Perfect Boss, Perfect Master, its Perfect God.
That was why it was here, and why it was on its knees, on the floor in the presence of greatness. Finally a whispered "Yes Master, my Perfect Master, I adore you "
MuscleGod slapped the side his thigh high boots with the riding crop. He saw a wave of pleasure rush through the slaves body. MuscleGod sat down his legs outstretched. The slave might have finished worshipping the perfect MuscleGod now it was time to worship the perfect LeatherGod.
He watched as the slave knelt there waiting. The desperation to serve was obvious, and he took great pleasure in teasing his property. "Look at me" the slave looked up, "Thank You Master" it whispered as two gobs of spit hit it in the face. its mouth open ready for what ever MuscleGod would provide next.
Now wasn't the time for worship, "Make yourself useful , I need a foot rest. Musclegod placed an ashtray on the floor, full of the ash from the first cigar of the evening. "That will keep ui quiet " "The slave moved into position crouching on all fours , face down it began to eat the ash, it groaned as MuscleGod's heels dug into its back
The next fifteen minutes gave Master and slave time to contemplate. Both has similar thoughts, about MuscleGod's power , his greatness and how superior he was to other men, not that either of them at that time considered the slave to be a man. It was an object a pet a plaything. It existed to worship, serve and obey.
For the slave it gave it time to consider how fortunate it was to be in that position It had been a month since it had last been summoned, and in that time his Master had grown in size. An increase that it had underestimated as part of his pre-worship measuring. An underestimate that had resulted in beating from MuscleGod's trusty riding crop. A beating that satisfied both the slave's masochism and MuscleGod's sadism.
For MuscleGod it was time to appreciate his position in the natural order of life. A true Alpha at the pinnacle, it wasn't luck or fortune that led him to this position, It was nature, He caught his reflection in the mirror , his own dick hardened, as it leaked precum. He took some of it up in his finger and wiped it across his leather boot. It joined the rivulet of already dry cum that had resulted from the slave's announcement of how much bulk he had put on since its last visit. He stared at the slave and tapped the side of his boot.
A loud whimper came from the slaves mouth as a natural reflex. MuscleGod knew that the slightest noise could switch on the submission switch in the slave's head, his foot steps, the sound of his cigar lighter, the unzipping of his leather jacket and of course the sound of a riding crop against leather. He repeated the tapping, as he did the whimper became louder. Musclegod laughed.
He wiped some more precum along the length of his boot. MuscleGod could already hear the slaves groans of gratitude that it would make as it licked his precum, groaned almost as loud as the creams that it made when MuscleGod administered its earlier punishment. MuscleGod , removed his boots from the slaves back and coughed. The slave returned to a kneeling position , and watched as MuscleGod pointed to the end of the boot and clicked his fingers. The slave moved down and began to lick the sole of the right foot. From its position on the floor it could see his handsome Master's face obscured by smoke but illuminated by the light that earlier in the evening reflected off MuscleGod's glistening muscular frame.
The slave's dick hardened as a ball of spit hit the boot. a sign to move from the sole to the leather. Its view of his Master would now be restricted but he could still sense his Owner's presence, "Thank You Master, my all powerful MuscleGod" it said as it began to ingest MuscleGod's spit. The slave lost track of time as it began to worship the entire length of the boot, from the sole up to his owners thigh. As it moved up towards the top he would occasionally catch a glimpse of its Master's face, each glance resulting by either a smile, or a stream of spit. Near the top of smell of leather merged with the muskiness of MuscleGods, groin, the dick hard hard and glistening with precum. The slave moved in closer to inhale the testosterone and quickly kissed the flesh that was visible at the top of the boot before travelling back down again.
Eventually MuscleGod grabbed the heavy chain that he had placed around the slave's neck. It was now in its natural position , kneeling head slightly bowed. All the slave could now see was its Master's two legs as He sat in a chair ,a third of the way through his cigar. It remained in this position patiently, when suddenly a hand was placed before it. A leather gloved hand full of cigar ash. "Hungry lad?" "Yes Master" "Then Eat" the slave moved toward the hand and lowered itself and swallowed its Master's gift MuscleGod took hold of the chain a second time tightening its grip around his property's neck and delivered another ball of spit.
Before the slave had a chance to wipe it out of its eye its face was pushed in between MuscleGods legs. "Inhale,"MuscleGod lifted his cock and balls exposing his sweaty taint. "Get licking, taste the power" MuscleGod was in no hurry, his cum would be down the slaves gullet soon enough. He was determined as much of him was going to get worshipped as possible. As the slave's tongue briefly made contact with the opening of his hole MuscleGod groaned in pleasure as his slave eagerly tasted and ingested the sweat from his arse. Only now was he ready. MuscleGod pushed the slave's head back. He played with his hard cock briefly teasing the slave before sitting back, He removed the cigar from his mouth and blew some smoke in the slaves face. "You know what you need to do" He watched as the slave took his dick into its mouth. The dick twitched and hardened as the first gagging sound exited the slaves full mouth as its throat again moulded around the shape of his perfect dick.
"Yes boy I'm Perfect" MuscleGod pressed the slaves head down on his dick, and laid back.