"Fuck" MuscleGod loud groans filled the dark room as he he shot a second load of cum into the arse of a musclebear.
He stood there his dick still hard inside the now destroyed hole. The groan now replaced by grunts. The musclebear lay in the fucksling whimpering, trying to slowly recover from the best fuck of its life. . On the ground besides them , knelt the slave. It had remained almost motionless for the last fifteen minutes transfixed. MuscleGod was wearing nothing but his thigh high boots, the slave sight had been fixed on iMuscleGod's arse as it ploughed the musclebear's butt. Fifteen minutes of watching , listening, waiting. Watching as it imagined burrowing its face in the cleft of the arsecheeks, inhaling and tasting his Masters sweat.Silently it had sung his Master's praises, it had no need to say anything even whisper as the power of his Master was evident from his actions. The grunts, groans and running commentary as it reminded the musclebear of his power was sufficient.
After almost a year of service and ownership watching this scene the slave felt as if it was only just being made aware of MuscleGods power, his arrogance, his virility .Total power. Pure Masculinity.
Although there were others in the dark room all the slave could hear was the noise of his Master and the musclebear. The competing groans, one of dominance one of submission, occasionally disturbed by the ratting of the chains of the fuck sling.
The slave's attention was brought back into the room by a slap to the head. Come on, you know why your'e here. By now the slave knew the drill. As the musclebear whimpered, its arse already missing the presence of MuscleGod's powerful dick the slave moved in. It pushed the buttocks apart and began to eat. MuscleGod's cum slowly transferred from the musclebear to the slave. The slaves' senses were overcome, the hole may have belonged to the musclebear but the smell and taste were unmistakably that of MuscleGod.
The slave's fear was that this would be one of those nights where this only way it was going to experience the taste of MuscleGod's cum. It was determined not to waste a bit . The fact that it would be punished if it did was secondary. For the slave what was more important the communion between it and its Master through ingesting his most intimate of gifts.
As it savoured and slurped the slave closed its eyes as the taste of MuscleGod filled its mouth. He could see his Master, standing there in is dungeon naked except for a pair of boots and a jock strap, his perfect torso glistening after a long muscle worship session.
It had become used to regularly cleaning holes after MuscleGod had used them, It was used to the whimpering and sobbing. It knew that each one of the subs had woken up the next day fully aware that no other fuck would ever be as good and that their holes would forever crave being pounded and destroyed by MuscleGod's dick The whimpering from the latest conquest was the most heartfelt, and the slave almost felt sorry as it extracted the last drop of cum from the puckered hole.
Suddenly the slave felt the cold steel around its neck tighten as MuscleGod yanked the chain that was by now a regular feature of its worship sessions, and led it to a nearby chair. The grip of the steel relaxed and replaced by one of leather."Open wide" MuscleGod firmly pressed his hands around the slaves neck as it opened its mouth."Thank you Master. I adore you" The slave said as MuscleGod leant forward, tier lips almost touching , and fired a ball of spit that hit it at the back of the throat,
MuscleGod's eyes were barely visible under the Muircap, but it saw a grin appear on its Master;'s face as the grip of His leather gloves relaxed and he sat back in the chair.
"Get that clean boy" Resisting the temptation to immediately take the dick into its mouth the slave moved to the tow of MuscleGod's left boot and began to lick. Traces of precum and sweat were evident, it was the slaves duty to remove before being allowed to even get in contact with the perfect dick.
Finally the slave had worked it way up the length of MuscleGod's leg. It be=briefly rubbed its head against the area where leather and flesh met, before a cough from MuscleGod reminded it of its purpose.
.Watching the slave work its way up his leg and meant that the dick was still rock hard, glistening in a sheen of cum and sweat. Both Master and slave groaned as it entered the latter's mouth The warmth of the slave's mouth as it began to clean meant a further delay in the softening of MuscleGod's dick. The slave secretly hoped that this would leaved to a throat fucking and more cum, but an almost indifferent attitude from MuscleGod set it right. Eventually it began to slowly soften the slave reflected on how lucky it was to exist to be used to serve its Master as he commanded.
"Miss being my cum dump don't you" MuscleGod looked at the slave, it was a rhetorical question. it had been weeks since it had swallowed his cum directly from the source. Not that it had been short of supply having eaten out a number of destroyed holes over the space of successive weekends. It no longer felt humiliated when MuscleGod grabbed its neck and forced its face into the ground to capture the stray gobetts of cum that had fallen on the floor or on to his boot.
MuscleGod looked directly into the slave's eyes. They were full of devotion and obedience. MuscleGod knew that as far the slave was concerned he was the epitome of perfection. He could have rewarded it by allowing it to worship his cock, his perfect cock until it gagged and chocked as its mouth filled with saliva. Saliva that would eventually mix with his cum. But for now he was perfectly content in feeding the slave via other means.
The slave didn't answer, it existed to serve worship and obey. It knew that it had no real say in how it was used or when, just being used made it feel fulfilled. MuscleGod pushed the slave's head closer into his groin. The dick was now soft but the slave instinctively gagged, but remained in place the scent of the potent post sex testosterone overpowered it, a reminder of why it so willingly surrendered itself to its Master when called to serve. Its own hole relaxed, and its dick hardened. "LeatherGod, MuscleGod" It brought its hands up and brushed them against the powerful muscular toros above it. "Master. You control me" it sang to its self, as his MuscleGod unleashed a stream of piss into its stomach.
MuscleGod looked down and smiled at the obedient creature below him. In the space of a minute it had transformed from cum dump to piss pig. It was now time for a cigar, and it was now time for yet another transformation . He pushed the slave off his dick and spat. That eager mouth would make a perfect ashtray .