Date: Thu, 1 Jun 2023 21:58:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ash Eater <locked_london@yahoo.com>
Subject: Perfect Muscle God  chapter  16

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"Thank You Sir"

The slave bent down and kissed the pair of boots that were before
him. Their owner grunted, as he pulled up the zip on his leather trousers.

Noting it was no longer required the slave crawled along the floor back to
MuscleGod. It was the third time it had been used that night as a urinal by
MuscleGod's fellow leather men. It had barely been in his Master's company
for the last hour instead having been ordered to be useful. Serving other
men proved his inferior status, but it also proved his own Master's
superiority. He served men, he submitted to MuscleGod there was a huge gulf
between the two states.

It rested its head against MuscleGod' thigh. Even now he could sense
MuscleGod's power and strength, the power combined with the scent of
leather filling its lungs, made its dick uncomfortably hard. MuscleGod's
leather gloved hand rested on the top of its head and ruffled the
hair. "Good lad. You served well"

MuscleGod, moved the slaves head so its face was now directly resting on
his groin. He had not yet decided if he was going to allow the slave to
serve him fully tonight. After all there were a number of eager leathersubs
whose holes were desperate to be destroyed again by his dick. Each one of
them looking at him, scared to approach for fear of being dismissed.

MuscleGod smiled to himself such behaviour fuelled his arrogance. If he
wanted he could have fucked at least three of them last night, three
destroyed arses for his slave to have cleaned up after.  But for some
reason he'd rejected each one.  The look of disappointment on their faces
making him appreciate his power over them, he also knew that in each case
they they were now in the dark room wanking, even being humiliated by
MuscleGod was enough.

Lick it boy" Feeling his owners cock grow through the leather was all that
he needed.

"I adore you Master"

MuscleGod lifted the slave chin, and looked down at it. The slave opened
its mouth. MuscleGod took a swig of his beer, and slowly released it. A
direct hit, followed by one consisting not of beer but of spit. "Piss and
spit. Tell me how much you like it lad" " I exist to serve Master, to
swallow your piss, your spit, your sweat"

MuscleGod pushed the slave back so it was upright . He wanted to give it a
good view of his power. The slave whimpered. Before him stood the pinnacle
of manhood. Tonight hIs perfect MuscleGod was also his Perfect Leather God.

MuscleGod nodded, a nod quickly followed by a spit. It hit the floor
besides MuscleGod's boot. A sign that it was time to start worshipping
. "It's a while since the bottom got cleaned boy" MuscleGod growled. The
tone in his voice sent a shiver through the slave.. A shiver partially of
fear but also one of excitement.

MuscleGod stood towering over the slave. He looked down at his property as
it positioned its self on the floor , flat on its back ready to
serve. MuscleGod smiled as he silently cleared his throat before releasing
a large river of saliva on to the target below. "Thank You Master I adore
you. I worship you" MuscleGod lifted his right foot and moved it so it was
hovering over the slaves face. The slave took the boot in its hands and
lowered the foot and began to lick the bottom. The flat surface of the boot
not quite smooth. The slave licked it from tip to heel. The dust from the
floor mixed with beer and saliva.  The slave was in a very happy place

No sooner had its tongue hit the sole its dick began to twitch. It hade the
mistake of moving its hands down to its groin. It suddenly felt a hard
kick. "Concentrate of your Master's boots not that worthless dick" It was
one of the leather men whose piss he had drunk earlier. Slave moved its
hand which was soon replaced by the pressure of a heavy boot. Above him two
leather men were now deep in conversation. The slave was oblivious to the
nature of he conversation as it concentrated on his owner's boot.

Briefly the slave felt the pressure of MuscleGod's bod press down on him
through the boot as it pressed against his entire face. Looking up it could
just about see the length of his Master's body. How the fuck had it even
thought about touching its own excuse for a dick.  Just worshipping one
tiny part of his Master be it Muscle or leather was ten times as exciting
and as stimulating,

"Roll over, and get back on your knees" The pressure on his groin lifted
and the slave moved up as instructed. "Look at me" the slave looked
up. Looking at the two men he knew what was coming, It opened its mouth ,
and the spit from both men soon hit his tongue. The taste of cigar ash and
beer was now flooding his senses. The other man looked at him with
distain. "I need an ashtray" The slave opened its mouth, it had already
served as a urinal, why not an ashtray. It hoped that it would make his
Master proud, proud that it was willing to serve its superiors, proud that
it was happy to exist simply as his perfect Master's object. Musclegod held
his head in a tight grip, and pulled its head back to make access
easier. "Don't want you spilling any ash boy"

It swallowed the ash, its mouth now slightly dry. A tap of MuscleGod's
boots an indication of what was expected next It got back down on the
ground as it did so more ash fell on the floor beside it. It took the warm
ball of ask in its mouth and swallowed. It turned its attention to the left
boot and began to lick. The taste of spilled beer, dust , cigar ash and
spit combined with that of leather. It was in the place it was born to be,
on the floor at the feet of the most perfect Man. His Master. Even on the
floor it could feel the power and arrogance that had led it to submit, that
had drawn it to obedience and service.

It was so lost in submission it failed to realise that Master's fellow
leatherman's own boot was now pressed on its left hand. "Enjoying down
there lad" The slave groaned as it adjusted itself to worship some as yet
untouched leather. MuscleGod looked down, Standing there even amongst other
leathermen he knew that his arrogance and power lifted him above the
crowd. None of them had a body like him, none of them had his level of
arrogance, He was the best.

Just as in the gym he was a MuscleGod surrounded by mere muscle mean, here
he was a LeatherGod surrounded by leathermen. They were leathermen he was a
Leather God. He took a swig of beer, and then a second. With any luck the
slave would be begging to be used as his urinal before the end of the
night.

"Show me your arse" ordered the other leatherman. Slave moved on to its
knees, it was programmed now to obey any order given to it by a
superior. Only briefly did its mouth lose contact with its Master's
boots. Musclegod looked around the space, a beer in one hand, a cigar in
his mouth and An obedient eager bootlicking slave grovelling at his
feet. What could be better?  He wondered what kind of man would allow
itself to adopt such a role, but just as his arrogance meant that he
existed to be served, it was natural that some men felt much better when
they just surrendered to the natural order.  The slave let out another
"Thank You"those who unused to this they would have assumed the groans were
down to the beating, but MuscleGod knew it was all a result of being
allowed to worship his boots.

"Beg for more boy" MuscleGod ordered during a pause in the beating. Show me
how much pain you can take for me. Reluctantly the slave removed itself
from its Master's leather boot. ":BeAt me Sir, please beat me"

"You heard the lad another twenty should do it"

He then released a ball of spit That hit his other boot. "Come on lad show
it the respect it deseRves." The slave looked up at its Master `Thank You
Master, I adore you" MuscleGod noticed some tears running doWn the slaves
face, mentally it was oblivious to the beating and the pain, but clearly
physically each stroke was having the effect he wanted. A reminder that the
slave existed to worship, to serve, and be used as he wanted."

The final stroke of the crop hiT the slave followed quickly by a yank on
the slaves heavy chain collar pulling it upwards so it was directly looking
at the groins of both men. The slave could smell the muskiness and
testosterone of its Master, and was desperate to get closer to inhale."Time
for a reward "

MuscleGod stood up and moved behind his slave, it knew better than to turn
round. It pushed the slaves head against his stomach, His leather jacket
now open. The slave turned round in inhale the combined scent of leather
and his Master's sweat. the warmth of his Master's flesh was comforting. It
made it yearn for a time when it was just the two of them when its only
purpose was to worship muscle.

Suddenly a leather covered hand was in its peripheral vision. MuscleGod
twisted the slave's head to look at it directly. The slave had frequently
worshiped every inch of his Master's gauntlets. It was now transfixed as it
wondered what his Master had in store. He watched as it moved away from
him, . Master's leatherman companion removed the cigar from his mouth and
spat. It came closer, the slave could see a small puddle in the palm of his
Master's hand. MuscleGod then spat himself., before returning it to the
leatherman who added some cigar ash.

"Ashtray and spittoon in one". You are proving to be a most useful object
today slave

"When you're ready" Without missing a beat the slave responded "

"Ready Master, I adore you Master" The glove moved up towards the slaves
mouth the ash fell in and it then began to worship the glove removing the
remains of the ash and the spit. before the hand pressed hard restricting
the slaves breathing, The grip was relaxed, "deep breath boy"

"You like this don't you? Surrendering yourself to my power. Everything you
do now is controlled by me. That includes breathing""

"Yes Master " the slave responded in the few seconds of release when
another ball of its Masters spit hit the glove. There was no doubt it liked
it. MuscleGod's power over it was unrelenting, the slave could think of no
better way to spend a Saturday night.

Musclegod slid his fingers into the slave's mouth, and began fucking its
throat with his hand. The gagging sound making him smile as always. Take a
breath" His hand again covered the slaves mouth and nose. He smiled at his
leather companion who watched. He could see the obedience and need to serve
in the slave's eyes. Finally he nodded, and MuscleGod relaxed his grip. He
pushed the slave to the ground. two balls of ash fell in front of him. Both
of the slave's hands were crushed under a boot as it began to eat
"Someone's a lucky bitch. and you've not even had my piss yet"