Date: Wed, 27 Dec 2023 23:16:46 +0000 (UTC) From: Ash Eater Subject: Perfect Muscle God -- chapter 23 Remember to support nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html "On time, yet again. Of course you are you know better than disobeying me don't you." MuscleGod approached the door as the slave closed it behind him The slave dropped its bag on the floor but before it had a chance to fall on its knees MuscleGod had it pinned to the door. "Ready for the evening shift" As one hand pressed against the slave chest , MuscleGod rubbed the other over his own. Stay there. MuscleGod lifted the bag, inside some cigars. "Good choice" The slave remained silent as MuscleGod resumed pinning it against the hotel room door. "Look in my eyes, I don't want to hear a single word but I want to see what's going through your mind?" As he spoke MuscleGod place one hand over slaves mouth. As MuscleGod pressed harder the scent of years of heavy cigar smoking that was ingrained in his leather gloves flooded his senses. MuscleGod eyes locked with the slaves, there had been a time when there would have been a flicker of fear that had gone, now it was just pure devotion "What's that? I'm your one true God and Master?, and your'e a pathetic worm, existing just to serve.To be used, to obey" "I think that's what you're saying" "Your'e not far wrong, you have a desperation to serve, to be used. That's why you kept coming back. You were nothing without me, without me you will be nothing." "Taste it" Still keeping eye contact with its Master the slave began to lick the leather glove, Every now and then MuscleGod would press down harder restricting the slaves ability to breathe. Timed to ensure that it happened only after he was sure it had inhaled a significant amount of leather and stale cigar smoke. "I know how much you like the smell of cigar smoke", now show me how much you like the taste of it. MuscleGod relaxed his grip on the slaves mouth, but the respite was brief, the hand was now deep inside its throat. "Taste it, absorb it. Imagine the cigars that have contributed to that the Asylums, the Inches, the Coronas. Thank me for allowing you to inhale my smoke, show me how much you appreciate my control over you." The slave looked at its Master, he was right without him it would be nothing. The feeling of being something, property and object had given it purpose in life. MuscleGod did not break off eye contact, he missed seeing the fear but he would never have enough of the devotion. Suddenly he released his grip, and moved closer to the slave, their mouths made contact and a ball of spit entered the slaves mouth. "Next time it will taste of fresh cigar smoke" The slave smiled, maintaining eye contact as MuscleGod pushed it down on to its knees, Looking up it saw another ball of spit form in its Master's mouth, he traced it journey down as it hit MuscleGod's boots. As it lowered itself to the floor to lick the boot its head brushed against MuscleGod's leather breeches. This was just a prelude for a more public demonstration of MuscleGod's control when he would be at his Leather Master's mercy in the city's bars. MuscleGod looked down, he had to remember to collar the slave before leaving the hotel room. It had done a good job serving today. Morning and afternoon had been devoted to worship and service, with breaks to allow him to empty his bladder. His arrogance and vanity were at their peak, which meant that so was his virility, he had dumped two loads of cum down the slaves throat, and another into its arse. The only words that it had spoken were an involuntary "Fuck me harder Master" as he thrust his dick into the slaves hole" The slave's whimpering was a sign that it needed a break, but not before MuscleGod ordered it to go and replenish his supply of cigars. Only then could it take the opportunity to rest in its own room, with a time for when it was expected to be back ready to serve. It deserved a rest of course but his need to be worshipped was far more important. As the slave licked his boot MuscleGod opened one of the cigars, and imagined how the slave must have felt with his cum dripping down its leg as he made the purchase. "You like being my cum dump don't you? Obeying my orders humiliating yourself as my seed drips down your legs in public" The slave grunted. It knew every crease in the leather boots , some of them it could even say how long they had been there, so frequently had it been in this position. It had not given a second thought to disobeying its Master. The discomfort it felt as the cum slid out its arse was nothing compared to how happy it was being under MuscleGod's total control. "Kneel, you've worked hard today I think you need another drink" The slave watched as MuscleGod completed his outfit for the night. He then produced a collar that he secured round its neck. "Tonight you will serve me and serve me well. You will act as the ashtray for the cigars you bought, the piss I give you will be the result of the drinks you buy me. When my cock is hard you will swallow it, when its soft you will make it hard. If I order you to serve another you serve, no ifs no buts. If I have someone else serving me, you will silently kneel and watch, and appreciate my glory. My word tonight will be Law. Understood? The slave looked into its Master's eye's. No words were spoken but slave and MuscleGod knew that his control was total.