Date: Tue, 4 Apr 2023 20:46:20 +0000 (UTC) From: Ash Eater Subject: perfect muscle god - chap 13 The slave's dick twitched as it heard the sound of a lighter ignite, within seconds its nose was full of the scent of cigar. It knew that the summons to enter was coming and the evenings worship would begin, The previous ten minutes had been a mix of apprehension and eagerness. Apprehension on what the next couple of hours would bring, eagerness to again serve and submit to its Master, the Perfect MuscleGod. MuscleGod took longer than necessary to prepare, He knew that the slave was eager, but kept it waiting knowing the longer the wait the deeper the submission and the more intense the worship. Finally. "Get in here boy" The slave walked towards the voice, the room was dark save for three spot lights that reflected off MuscleGod's bare powerful torso The slave almost immediately fell to its knees and continued its journey in a position it knew it would maintain for much of the next two hours. It began to worship i MuscleGods' boots. The taste of leather sparking off even more submission. The sensation, and taste leather as its tongue moved along the surface, led to the first groan of pleasure. After a few minutes a gloved hand pressed against the slave's neck pulling it up into a kneeling position. It's head pushed down the cold sensation of steel hit its skin, soon followed by a realisation that a heavy chain was now around its neck. MuscleGod tapped his boots and the slave returned to its position on the ground. The smell of smoke was now filling the room. Before long the slave felt the sensation of the chain being pulled up. MuscleGod as much as he enjoyed having a slave grovelling at his feet, had more pressing needs, demands, expectations even . The need to be worshipped..He had after all spent hours in the gym bulking up, so adoration was the least the slave could provide. "Start boy. Worship, and praise your God" The slave's hands moved up along its Masters belly, up to th chest, it pressed its face, into MuscleGod's belly, the scent from his leather trousers, and the natural muskiness of his Master combined, it let out another groan before speaking" " Perfect MuscleGod I adore you, perfect MuscleGod I worship you" "Damn right Boy, show me how much you adore your Lord, your King, your Master. This body is perfect, don't you ever forget it." The slave let out a whimper, his Master's perfection was in the forefront of its mind always, he lived to worship. It let out a second whimper before it returned to singing MuscleGod's praises. Total submission had been achieved the slave was now nothing but MuscleGod's property, to be used and controlled as he so fit. "MuscleGod you Control me, MuscleGod you own me" Slave's hands glided over the muscular torso, its eyes fixed on MuscleGod's belly as its hands passed over the mass of perfection raising its hands it felt the chest, as it crossed over the pecs he felt them flex. "Perfection, power, arrogance" MuscleGod was speaking, as much to himself as the slave. The slave's worship was secondary. He enjoyed looking at himself in the mirror. He Loved the way that his muscular frame looked reflecting back at him. "Is that right Boy" A rhetorical question, but it still demanded an answer. "Perfection Master," The slave was in thrawl to MuscleGod's power, his arrogance was a drug that fed its submission. "I live to serve , I live to submit" As it spoked some ash fell off the cigar, the slave controlled its urge it follow it and lick it up. Right now its desires and his Master's were one. To adore, and worship. "Look at me" for the first time since it had enters the room the slave looked up and MuscleGod's face. His familiar white beard was reassuring, the light reflected off the tinted aviator glasses, but it could see still his Master's eyes/ Eyes that looked into its soul and recognised the need to submit and serve, A change in MuscleGod's mouth was an indication of what was to come, the slave opened up and received the gift of his Master's spit. "Thank you Master. I'm on object to be used" It hoped that more of his Master's fluids would soon follow. "Keep it open" Another stream of spit followed .Musclegod raised the hand holding the cigar and moved it closer to the slave's mouth, depositing some ash. "Spittoon, ashtray, urinal cumdump. Not a man, just an object" Now carry on worshipping, MuscleGod stretched out his arms and flexed. Feel those, tell me how good they are. The slave still kneeling reached up and groaned as his hands made contact with a bulging bicep. "I said worship" "MuscleGod you control me, You own me. I submit to your power" Muscle god leant forward and the slave leaned towards him and kissed the bicep. "Did I give you permission" The slave looked at its Master's what he could see of his face dint give anything away, but the tome of His voice made it clear that he wasn't going take any of his slave's shit. "Turn round and watch" The slave now saw his Master's glory reflected back at him , until now his focus had been or just parts of his body, now he could see it all. "MuscleGod I adore you" The slave could see his Master's going through is flexing routine in the mirror. He was talking not to the slave but himself. As much as he got off on the slave's adoration his own vanity also turned him on. He knew he was a beast of a man, and some self affirmation was always a good thing. The slave was mesmerised , the only distraction was when a small shower of ash fell from its Lord's cigar. It turned round and pressed its face into MuscleGod's leather trousers and inhaled. He was a slave to not only a perfect MuscleGod, but a Perfect Leatherman. It turned round and looked again at the reflection, MuscleGod's hands were at his groin, he was removing his leather codpiece. "Smell that Boy" The slave groaned as it smelt his Master's muskiness. MuscleGod pressed it firmly over the slave's face "Get your tongue in there. Its full of precum" MuscleGod's excitement at seeing himself reflected in the mirror had delivered a significant pool of precum, and the slave was now working hard to get as much of it in his mouth. "Ash, spit and precum. Your'e one fucking lucky slave. And I am one perfect MuscleGod" "Yes Master," or thats what it sounded like through the leather codpiece. It whimpered as it raised its hands, and took hold of the codpiece. Briefly removing it it looked at it's Master "MuscleGod I adore you. MuscleGod your nourish me" It was about to life the codpiece back to its face when MuscleGod pushed its head back and released a stream of spit. "Thank you Master" "Now get back here and worship," MuscleGod lifted one of his arms, and rubbed his pecs. These pits and pecs need some attention. The slave spent the next fifteen minutes in ecstasy as it moved between his Master's pits and nipples, the only break occurring when it was time to be fed with ash and spit . Looking up the slave was still unable to see his Master's eyes behind the dark lenses but he knew that they were staring at him. It returned to its Master's arm pits and groaned as MuscleGod lowered his arm pressing its gave in even closer. "Time for another show" MuscleGod turned his slave around, and began to pose. The slave leant back its head resting against MuscleGod's leather trousers. Two gloved hands pressed against its neck. "Remember boy I control everything about you. What you eat, what you drink when you breathe" Both hands clasped around the slave's neck as it looked at his Master's reflection. "My leather's need some attention. You know what to do" The slave bent down and began to lick his Master's boots. Such a simple task but one that confirmed its position as submissive. It alternated from left to right foot , no inch was left unworshipped. It then moved up his Master's legs , its hands glided over the leather, and moved up to his Master's buttock. The zip in the arse was undone and before long MuscleGod had turned round. The slave was now staring at a perfect arse covered in leather. The slave moved closer and inhaled. A different scent , but one that still controlled the slave as it moved closer and began to lick. The taste and scent overpowered it, "MuscleGod you control me', as a days worth of sweat transferred from butthole to its eager throat " "I want to feel that tongue Boy. You keep telling me how much you adore me, show me. Actions speak louder than words" The slave only groaned as its dick hardened as he explored MuscleGods' body. By now MuscleGod's cock was hard and glistening with precum. "Time for your reward Boy" The slave watched as his Lord and Master took hold oh his dick and began to wank. "Ready?" The slave nodded. MuscleGod smiled as the first gagging noise filled the room. A cloud of smoke left his mouth as he pushed the slave's throat onto his dick. Before long the slave will be feeding on his cum.