MuscleGod watched as the slave chanted, oblivious to his Master's presence. MuscleGod slid off his trainers, jeans and T-shirt and walked up to the slave. MuscleGod smiled as he saw a pool of precum on the floor where it had been dripping out of the slave. He walked up to the slave and grabbing the back of its head pushed its face into his groin. MuscleGod wanted the slave to savour the scent that resulted from an afternoon of sex.
The chanting stopped, replaced by random words as the scent confused and scare, abled the slave's brain. Master, perfect adore, worship submit control. The slave hands moved up and cupped his Master's butt cheeks, resulting in a long groan as it adorned the perfectly sculpted arse muscles. Soon the random words were replaced by just heavily laboured breathing as the slave inhaled the scent of his Master. It felt its own dick harden as it sensed the additional scent of two strangers. MuscleGod pushed the head in further . "Just don't smell lad , taste it" MuscleGod looked in the mirror and smiled as the slave licked his still sweaty balls.
MuscleGod relaxed the grip. "Time to worship lad. Worship your Master, show me how much you adore your God"
With his grip relaxed the slave began to recite its manta again. As it did MuscleGod moved into his first pose. "Front Double Bicep" The slaves hands moved up and began to careers the arms. It looked at his Master uncertain if the next move was permissible a small nod was all he needed. The slave began to lick the arm. Over the next half hour each of MuscleGods muscles were caressed and kissed as he transitioned from pose to pose. Each caress accompanied by the slaves praises.
Every now and then MuscleGod would forces the slaves face into his armpit, and smiles as it watched as the slave both struggled against the pressure, and welcomed the opportunity to inhale the scent. Eventually MuscleGod decided he needed to rest and ordered the slave back into a kneeling position. He needed a rest, there was a busy night ahead.
As he walked up the stairs he could hear the chanting
My great powerful ever growing MuscleGod, I submit to you. My great powerful ever growing MuscleGod I worship you, My great powerful ever growing MuscleGod I'm owned by you.
The great powerful ever growing , powerful triumphant controlling victorious MuscleGod I adore you
Sometime later MuscleGod was lying on his bed, slowly massaging his dick. He felt well rested. He was lying back contemplating his power, how easy it was to get men to submit. It didn't surprise him as he was a perfect specimen of masculinity, and it was natural that others recognised it. He couldn't decide which was the most pleasing, men who immediately recognised his power like those who he had encountered today, or those who needed to be made to recognise it. Actually it didn't matter as in the end everyone would eventually come round to the correct way of thinking. Some precum was already forming, he placed his finger at the tip of his dick and swallowed, he stopped wanking as he didn't want to waste any more not when his slave's cock holster shaped throat was there waiting for him down stairs.
An hour later MuscleGod was back in the studio. In a pair of leather chaps and wearing a pair of the newly polished boots. The slave was on the floor kneeling looking up at him on his posing plinth. Rather than go through his transitions MuscleGod just stood there slowly wanking. He had for once silenced the slave, who was just looking up at him in adoration.
"I'm MuscleGod, your Master. I control you , I dominate you I own you." "Your perfect arrogant, wonderful, triumphant powerful vain MuscleGod. You worship me. You adore me. You submit to me "
The only lights in the room were trained on MuscleGod. The slave one moment he was looking at MuscleGod's eyes which were just about visible under his MuirCap the next his dick. He alternated between the two as MuscleGod just stood over him, dominating him. He couldn't have been in a happier place.
"Tell me how much you adore me":
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My great powerful ever growing Musclegod, I submit to you. My great powerful ever growing Musclegod I worship you, My great powerful ever growing Musclegod I'm owned by you. My great powerful ever growing , powerful triumphant controlling victorious Muscle God I adore you"
"Louder I can't hear you." The Musclegod said sternly stepping down from the plinth .
He still towered over the slave who was now at groin level. The slave briefly cowered, and began to doubt if he was actually worthy enough to be in the presence of such power
Musclegod's dick was erect, glistening with precum,"get going lad" Musclegod approached the slave, and slapped it hard around the head. Reeling slightly the slave opened its mouth as the precum started to drip on to its tongue. Musclegod smirked as it looked down and watched his nectar fall, feeding his slave with one of his precious gifts. He looked at the slave and raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Thank you Master"
The Musclegod was in a benevolent mood, he lowered his body so his face was almost eye to eye with the slave , he moved closer and grabbed the slave by the throat , his gauntlet covered hands gripping tightly. He moved his face closer, as if he was about to give the slave a kiss, the slave opened its mouth, it knew what was coming next. A huge ball of spit hit the back of its throat.
MuscleGod released his grip and stood, and thrust his dick into the slaves throat."Worship" Holding the back of the slave's head it the MuscleGod slid his dick in an out, the dick getting slicker with the mix of its own potent precum and the slave's saliva. The slave's gagging was music to the Musclegod's years as it turned the Mantra back on to the slave
Your great powerful ever growing Musclegod, you submit to me. Your great powerful ever growing Musclegod you worship me ,Your great powerful ever growing Musclegod I own you, The one great powerful ever growing , powerful triumphant controlling victorious Muscle God you adore me.
This was said at a steady pace the voice low, stifling the grunts and the groans as the slave gagged. Finally the griffon the slaves head was relaxed, the Musclegod withdrew his dick and spurted out a stream cum over the slaves face, just as it shouted out MuscleGod my Master I worship you.
Musclegod was tempted to leave the slave there with the cum drying on its face, but it had done a good job of serving and worshiping him, so after the spit and cum it was now time for his piss
He took the slaves head again and guided it on to his now slightly softened dick. "Spill a single drop and there will be trouble" An empty threat as the slave was a true masochistic and always took every punishment the Musclegod dished out but he knew that the slave as much as he enjoyed his whippings was also a piss freak and wouldn't dare spill a single molecule if of powerful nourishing piss. He slowly emptied his bladder, the slaves eyes looked up at him deliriously.
Ninety minutes later they were outside a Leather bar. The Musclegod looking perfect in full Langlitz and his knee length boots the cigars in his pocket indicating he was in for the long haul. The slave was behind him. He had no idea what lay in store, if he would even be used by his own Master or by others, what counted for him was basking in the glory of having submitted to such a Perfect man