"Here's another one for you" the slave moved quickly as a ball of ash hot fell on the floor. As he ate a boot kicked him in the arse. His mouth was full of ash as he let out a "Thank YOU Sir" The fourth ball of cigar ash in quick succession entered his digestive system.
"Thank him again Lad" his Master's voice barked as a pair of boots were at eye level. The slave moved its head and began to lick the leather, as it did the comforting and familiar feel of MuscleGod his Perfect Master's boots pressed into its back as it adopted the role of footrest. As the boot pressed down slave let out a heartfelt appreciative "Thank You Boss"
The slave had been serving MuscleGod all evening. It had been summoned to the local bar, its only purpose to serve. Surrounded by men in full leather and smoking cigars the slave entered a blissful state of total submission. Ready to serve when called, its role, ashtray, bootlicker and urinal. As the length of the ash on cigars grew his dick hardened. As it waited to be called it concentrated on MuscleGod, looking up in adoration, its mantra running through its brain. How lucky it was that the Perfect MuscleGod was its Master. The air around became thick with cigar smoke. MuscleGod referred the light at the end of his cigar. The slave watched eagerly as the orange embers glowed. MuscleGod grabbed the slave by its collar and leaned forward exhaling a cloud of smoke directly in the slaves face. "Thank you Master" The slave stood in the same spot, looking directly at his Master's handsome face.
MuscleGod looked at the slave, and pulled it closer. "Open that mouth" The slave obeyed and a cigar infused goblet of spit hit the back of its throat. "Now get down on those knees . MuscleGod his firm hands rested on the slaves shoulders as it pushed it down.The slave leaned his head against MuscleGod's muscular legs ,its hands massaging them through the leather. It hoped it would not be too long before it was again worshipping them as its Master transformed into its God as he went through his poses.
"Is it an ashtray tonight" one of Master's friends interrupted. "Where you're concerned its what ever you want it to be." Musclegod pulled back the slave head. "Aren't you lad" "Yes Master" the slave replied blinking as some of his Master's spit landed in its eye."Yes Sir." It said turning to the other leatherman, opening its mouth ready, first for some more spit and then what would be more ash. The slave swallowed the ash, kissed the Leatherman's boots in thanks and returned to his Master.
MuscleGod looked down at the slave, Their eyes met, MuscleGods full of authority and power, the slave' full of devotion and submission. MuscleGod released a dribble of spit from his mouth. The taste of cigar hit the slaves tongue. MuscleGod grinned and nodded, the slave crouched down and reassumed the role of foot rest. It remained there silently as its Master and the other men continued their conversation. It was for the most part ignored other than the occasional kick from MuscleGod's companions, and was for the most part oblivious to what was happening above it as it considered the joy and privilege of submission and service, the only other distraction was when some ash fell on the back of its neck the heat causing it to flinch. It therefore came as a shock when its collar was yanked indicating that it was to get back into a kneeling position.
Let's go somewhere with some privacy. A final cloud of smoke filled the slaves lungs as MuscleGod stood up and began to walk away. Crawling after him the slave looked at its Master, mesmerised by his arrogance, and power. The way that the leather trousers emphasised his arse, and the boots fitted around the muscular calves. The slaves dick was wet with precum. "Get over there" MuscleGod pointed to seat. The slave continued to crawl, as it did MuscleGod administered a few strokes with his ridding crop. "
MuscleGod looked down at the slave, smiling a cigar was in it right hand, and was slowly tapping his crotch. It was time for the slave to show off its cock sucking skills. "Ready?" "Ready Master." The slave said enthusiastically. Straightening its back it moved closer into the gap between MuscleGod's legs, and waited. MuscleGod at the slave, his eagerness to serve fuelled his arrogance, knowing how much power that he had over it. He slowly unzipped , he could see the excitement in the slave's eyes as the noise from unzipping filled its ears. He pulled out his dick, it was still semi flaccid, the slave would have to work hard tonight.
MuscleGod and slave looked at each other, one pair of eyes full of power, the other offering its submission and obedience. MuscleGod slid his perfect cock into the slaves throat, MuscleGod looked own at the back of the slaves head he allowed the slave to set its own paces as first, as the cock become slicker and harder, the suddenly pushed the head right down so that the nose was pressing against his groin. Before the slave could gag MuscleGod placed this hands around the slaves throat , and tightened his grip,
The slave surrendered itself to MuscleGod's power, its dick hardened as it felt the grip tighten.It was no longer a worship session where the slave had some level of autonomy throat and hands were now one, MuscleGod now controlled and the pace and depth. The slave gripped its Master's boots as the slave throat and Master dick merged the slave's mouth filled with saliva lubricating the God's perfect dick. Slowly the mouth was filled with cum which ran down not the slave's stomach. The grip however tightened as the still hard dick fucked the slaves throat. MuscleGod looked down the muffled noises and grunts an indication of how much the slave was enjoying the abuse. The grip eventually relaxed but MuscleGod had not yet finished with using the slave's throw. His softening dick began to harden again as quenched the slaves thirst with a stream of fresh piss. "Don't spill a drop?" :"No Master" the slave replied silently as it savoured every last drop .Finally MuscleGod released his grip, but the slave remained where it was , only moving when it was certain that it had swallowed every last from of his Master's salty piss.
"Now time for you to get to work" MuscleGod lifted the slaves head, a stern look on his He blew some cigar smoke briefly blinding the slave before leaning forward , what looked like a kiss was simply a way of administering a ball of spit directly at the back of the slaves throat The slave's vision restored he watched as MuscleGod lowered the zip on his leather jacket, exposing muscular torso beneath. The slave's eyes widened, and tentatively reached out to touch, moving closer he inhaled his Master's scent the testosterone and sweet filling his nostrils. The slave let out an animalistic grunt. "Is my little pig ready?" Another grunt as the save moved up and began to suckle on his Master's nipples. "Good lad" MuscleGod laid back, it would be a good hold hour before he's be ready to use the throat again.