Date: Sat, 2 Dec 2023 22:52:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ash Eater <locked_london@yahoo.com>
Subject: Perfect Muscle God chapter 21

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"You control me Master, my all powerful MuscleGod." The slave rubbed his
hands over MuscleGod's chest.

For the last two months the slave's life had been devoted to serving
MuscleGod's aim of getting bigger. He didn't just want to be big he wanted
to be huge. Working out in the gym a couple of hours a day wasn't going to
be enough, double that and more was needed, and he'd need d enough food to
fuel that growth.

The slave now spent nearly all its day in the house.its time not almost
totally devoted to the care of its Master in his quest to be big.

Its own body clock was now in sync to the needs of its Master. Without the
need of an alarm it would wake in time to approach His bed take His dick in
its mouth and accept the first piss of the day, then prepare MuscleGods
first protein shale before He went and spent three hours at the gym. Meals
were served like clockwork, protein shales were presented to him before
MuscleGod even knew that he needed one. The slave knew if a cough or a
sudden movement was to provide food, massage a muscle or just provide a
hole for its Master's pleasure and entertainment.

MuscleGod had just returned from his morning three hour session in the
gym. As he had entered the house the slave had been there kneeling a
container full of protein shake ready for him to down in one.

The slave dick twitched watching its Master stand there towering over him,
his increased size meant that less light now came in from the outside
through the glass panels of the door.

It knelt down and loosened the laces on His trainers, it could by now just
about to manage to lift high enough to slide off the trainers and
socks. Taking each one it placed them against its nose and inhaled.

It's addiction to MuscleGod's scent was a strong as ever and it could not
help but appreciate the subtle difference between the socks that were
gently infused with the morning's work out and the trainers that were heavy
with months of use.

Next it got up on to its feet to remove the T-shirt that clung to
MuscleGod's body. This was one of the few occasions it was allowed off its
knees in MuscleGods presence, unless impractical it was now expected to be
collared and kneeling, even on the rare occasions they were out in
public. As it pulled the t-shirt over MuscleGod's head it calculated that
within a couple of weeks it would need to be replaced the small hole that
were evident under the arm pits would eventually huge tears, it was time to
order some new ones a size up. Although it knew by the time they arrived
they would already be too tight.

MuscleGod looked in the mirror as the slave brushed its hands down his
body. Getting it to take care if his growth hand been one of his better
ideas. He lifted his right arm to give the slave an opportunity to inhale
the musk that he knew it loved so much. The slave's devotion to him meant
that he had more time to think about what was important his growth. He was
impressed that after a few days of regular punishment the slave was able to
almost second guess his every need.

There was no need for an alarm clock when a warm slaves mouth was
guaranteed to be on time allowing him to empty his full bladder. Food was
always on the table when needed if he ever had any fleeting doubt about his
size the slave was guaranteed to dispel it by just looking at him in
adoration,

"Show your Master how much you like that" The slave groaned as his nose
made contact with the pit. A groan of celebration. As its face dug deeper
into the pit is hand went up and brushed against the bicep that hovered
threateningly above its head.

MuscleGod's arrogance and ego could have led to him keeping the slave there
forcing its face deeper into the pit depriving it of oxygen as it inhaled
his scent. But time was short, he needed to eat.

The next stage of the morning ritual was the removal of MuscleGod's shorts,
unlike the socks the jockstrap had been worn for the twice daily gym
sessions for the last two weeks.

MuscleGod was now naked. "Perfect, arrogant powerful" MuscleGod announced
to no one in particular. He was pleased at how big he had gotten
recently. He flexed his arms, he unashamedly got harder by just looking in
his reflection. He smiled as he looked in the mirror and saw the slave work
its way down his body. The slave's tongue was now in his arse crack. The
way that it moved sent another twitch through his dick, the slave's
attention was momentarily distracted in its quest to absorb his musky
sweat. as he felt the slave tongue slide down the crack of his arse.

"Thirsty"

That had ceased to be a question

It was now the way that MuscleGod indicated to the slave that he had to
empty his bladder. Three hours at the gym had been thirsty work and he had
kept himself hydrated. Now it was time to hydrate the slave

The slave looked up from its kneeling position and smiled. It opened its
mouth and waited. MuscleGod pushed the slaves head onto his cock, that
gagging sound pleased him.

The slave its mouth full of his Master's perfect dick looked up. The post
gym piss was the least acrid of the the one he would have that day, each
piss would get stronger as the day wore on, culminating in the 3 am piss
which would be strong bitter and acrid

Time to eat, the first meal of the day, eggs, and bacon, lots of them As
MuscleGod ate the slave stood behind him massaging his huge
shoulders. MuscleGod groaned as he relaxed.

As the slave washed up, MuscleGod showered, timing was everything, the last
dish was cleaned in time for the slave to be on hand in the bathroom ready
to towel dry its Master.

"I adore you Master."

The slave gently rubbed the towel over his Master's body. When he was dry
it was time to measure and make a record of MuscleGod's gains. Everything
was bigger, the slave smiled as he relayed the figures, MuscleGod hid the
grin he wanted to break into and instead let out a gruff arrogance yeah. He
didn't really need the slave to do this , he knew how his body was
changing, but getting the slave to record his growth was a way of
reinforcing the control he had over it, it was getting to the stage where
the slave's need to see his Master grow was as great as MuscleGod's need to
do so.

All the affirmation had made MuscleGod rock hard, he grabbed the back of
the slave's head and pushed i the slave's throat on to his meat. He was in
no time to put up with any niceties, he had work to do. A hard throat fuck
was all that was needed. Slave gagged, it knew that this was not about
pleasure, either its Master or its own, the morning throat fuck was basic
and brutal, with one aim to relieve MuscleGods sexual tension.It didn't
last long , but it was one of the most brutal the slave had endured in the
last few months. Tears streamed down its eyes as MuscleGod pounded the back
of its throat, it fought for breath but the only thought that was in its
mind was that it was being used by the most perfect man on earth. After a
few minutes the slave was swallowing its Master's cum. The tears were still
stinging is eyes as it looked up at MuscleGod

. It opened its mouth just in time for a stream of spit to hit it and join
the cum that was still in its mouth.

"Thank you Master, thank yo for using your slave object"

MuscleGod had work to do, the only distractions he tolerated were the
deliveries of water and protein shakes, the slave kept busy preparing the
remaining meals of the day or silently contemplating its life as full time
property.

Late afternoon, MuscleGod would return to the gym. The afternoon crowd was
even better for fuelling his arrogance than the morning one, there was
always someone new who would sit there wide mouthed , who could quite
believe that a man of his size existed. Sometime he would take advantage
sometimes not, it not on that day anyway. Today was one of those that he
fully intended to.

MuscleGod walked up to his target, a tell tale wet patch in his shorts
indicating that he had appreciated the display he had witnessed.

"This is slave" MuscleGod announced to the twenty something man that
followed him into the house. That was the only acknowledgement that was
made of its existence as the two went down into MuscleGod's basement. The
slave smiled, it was always good to see that other men appreciated
MuscleGod as much as he did. Hearing them being used by him was even
better.

The slave knew the drill the dull thud of a paddle on the visitors arse,
followed soon after by gagging. Next the scream as MuscleGod pushed his
hard dick into a barely lubricated hole/ The noise that evening an
indication that the guest was a virgin. A few more screams followed by
groans,

MuscleGod's groans were familiar to it, after all it had experienced them
itself when MuscleGod destroyed its holes. Both its Master's and its
own. Getting fucked my MuscleGOD for the first time was an unforgettable
experience. One's humanity was taken over but an animalistic urge, an urge
to be constantly fucked by this powerful man who was ripping your arse
apart.

Twenty minutes later, the visitor appeared from the basement, the look on
its face indicating that it had not been used like that before. the slave
could already see the mix of lube and cum forming a distinctive patch on
its shorts. The man's embarrassment would soon wear off, and slave knew
that this was yet another addition to MuscleGod's stable of pain pigs,
fuckhole and cum sluts.

As the door shut behind him slave's attention returned to its Master, it
went down to the basement, MuscleGod's dick was going to needed
cleaning. Down in the basement the lighting was perfect, the spotlights
positioned just right to show off its Master's body.

MuscleGod was standing there waiting. His dick was still rock hard,
watching himself in the mirror fuck and destroy another man's hole was a
huge turn on, Watching himself do this in his current physical state was
even more of one. He knew that by the time he next visited the gym the
tales of how hot a fuck he'd been would have filtered down a good
proportion of the membership. But right now what he needed was to be
cleaned down.

He didn't have to say a word, the slave knew what it needed to do. The
slave's eyes were focused on the perfect dick that hung between MuscleGods'
legs.within seconds it was worshipping it. Cleaning off the cum and lube,
it groaned in delight.

Groans that only increased when MuscleGod pushed its head closer into his
today, and unleashed another stream of piss.

The rest of the evening followed the usual pattern, MuscleGod would slip
into his leathers, and a different type of worship would begin. The slave
looked up as its Master walked into the room, thigh high boots and a jock
strap. His hands now enclosed in a pair of leather gauntlets, his eyes
slightly obscured by a Muir cap. What was still on show however was his
torso. .


That perfect Muscular torso, Sitting down on his armchair MuscleGod sat and
waited. The slave took a cigar out of its humidor, and cut off the end,
head bowed it offered it to its Master. The sound of the lighter as the
scent of burnt tobacco filled the air raised its submissive levels higher
than it had been all day.  The slave's eyes were however focussed on its
Master's boots. Even just looking at them made it salivate, however it
remained still head slightly bowed.

"Ready"

The slave looked up the cigar in MuscleGod's mouth would have been a
reminder if needed as why it was a slave who had happily surrendered it own
autonomy. It was an image that just spoke of power.

"I adore you Master, you control me"

MuscleGod nodded, he wasn't going to waste any words right now, the slave
knew what to do.  He watched as it bent down and began to worship his
boots. He had deliberately chose the thigh high ones this evening, it was
going to be at least a two cigar session, so there had to be plenty of
leather for it to worship, and ash for it to eat, ending up with another
brutal throat fuck and a stomach full of cum.

Tomorrow perhaps he'd take the slave out, so it could show its devotion in
public.