Date: Fri, 12 Jan 2024 21:57:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ash Eater <locked_london@yahoo.com>
Subject: perfect muscle god chapter 24

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MuscleGod took his place in the bar, he had seat ready formatter but right
now he wanted to stand he adjusted his Muir cap and looked across the bar
it was the perfect spot for three things, to observe, to be observed and be
served.

It was not even a quarter full yet, but that was perfect timing, as one of
the first things that anyone enter would see would be Him, and he loved
seeing the initial reaction to his presence on men's faces. He could
already see a mix of disappointment and envy in the faces of those who were
already there.

He had yet to feel guilty at educating those who considered themselves
Sir's or even Masters that when he was present that they would never be the
most arrogant the most dominant or the hottest man in the room They were
all his inferiors, who were jealously paying attention to their subs and
slaves in fear that they would notice him and spend the night wishing that
it was Him that they were serving

He caught the eye of a man who was clearly confident and cocky, and from
the way his companion was reacting to him clearly a dominant. MuscleGod
maintained eye contact until the man turned away momentarily flustered.
This was not a new scenario, and MuscleGod knew there would be one of three
outcomes the man and his sub would soon leave, he would do his best not to
look at MuscleGod all night , or he would spend the night casting furtive
glances whilst making sure his sub was distracted enough that he didn't
notice what a real Master looked like.

The slave appeared with a bottle of beer, and handed it to its Master, and
thanked him. MuscleGod took it without a word. He took a swig and
swallowed.

He looked down at the slave knowing that it was desperate to swallow that
beer when it had turned into his nectar like piss.

The slave stood there head bowed, waiting for its instructions.MuscleGod
pointed down to each of his boots, and the slave knelt down and kissed each
one. "Thank You Master" MuscleGod spat on the left boot and the slave began
to worship.

It felt MuscleGod's hand pull on the collar He had secured on it neck
earlier in the day. "Work your way up boy"

The slave without stopping its worshipped moved from the tip of MuscleGods
boot up the shaft, and then inhaled the leather of His breaches, stopping
only when it was face to face with MuscleGod's leather crotch.

It was too early in the evening the slave knew but just looking there made
it weak, it reminded it of why it was a slave. It was where MuscleGod's
power lay. It had the power to destroy its throat, as well as the sources
of two of His most precious gifts his cum, and his piss.

"Look up boy" It looked up, under his MuirCap MuscleGod was staring down
"Where's my cigar

Silently it retrieved a cigar It removed the clear wrapping carefully,
Showing it the same level of deference as its Master's boots.. It cut the
end off, and handed it to its Master, then presented him with the lighter.

The slave's senses never ceased to be aroused by its Master lighting a
cigar, the noise of the ignition, the sound of the flame, and the initial
burst of burnt tobacco. Even when this happened out of line of sight it was
overwhelmed it. Tonight it was privileged to see the cigar being lit. It
reminded it of one of the first times it saw MuscleGod stand along a wall
in a dimly lit bar , its eyes focused only on the flame as the cigar was
lit. His power very evident as the tip of the gar glowed red, the flame
illuminating his face.

The slave watched as the cigar rested in MuscleGod's mouth, and the first
hint of ash appeared followed quickly by the first hint that evening of
cigar on its Master's breath.

"Now get back down and worship those boots, think about how great I am ,
how much you enjoy worshipping my body, and how lucky you are to be my
slave" It looked at its Master and smiled as the appearance of some spit in
his mouth, it lowered itself to the floor, reaching there as the spit hit
the boot. MuscleGod lifted his other boot and placed it on the slave's
back.

Not that the slave had to be told how to think. It's brain now was almost
continuously full of thoughts of how lucky it was to serve such an arrogant
muscular man. When not thinking that it was thinking how it could better
serve, how it could be a better slave.

So deep was the slave's thoughts about its position it had not realised
that MuscleGod had been in conversation with another leather man, and
another were currently brandishing riding crops.

It was an ideal way MuscleGod thought to show how much control he had over
his slave.,not only to this leatherman but to all others in the bar. The
first sound of crop against the slaves butt was enough to turn those heads
that were not already watching the slave worship his boots.

The other man had commented on the slave's apparent devotion, he sensed
that the slave was totally in thrawl to MuscleGod's power and wondered how
deep it really was.

"My word is Law. I'm it Lord, its God, it Master. It never disobeys."
"Dont' you slave?

It was then that the slave broke from the deep trance of boot worship
.MuscleGod lifted it to its knees.

"Does it serve others?"  "Only if I allow it. It reminds it of how lucky it
is to have me as its owner, no one else will destroy its throat like I do"

The other man laughed, not that MuscleGod thought what he said was
hilarious, his arrogance was such that he knew that allowing the the slave
to serve others was a great way of reminding it that it was owned and
controlled by the best.

By now MuscleGod and the leatherman had a decent head of ash on his cigar.
"Ashtray" The slave raise itself and opened its mouth.

Go ahead and use it. It's hungry. Its diet this evening will comprise of
ash and cum, so go on help me feed it

The slave's mouth was now full of ash. It looked up at its Master, its eyes
brimming with gratitude.

"Swallow"

The slave remained on its knees looking up at its Master with devotion.

He continued to talk to the other leather man, "You wont fond a better
trained throat It will take anything I give it, ash, spit , piss and of
course cum. Never spills a drop , it knows better than that. Also makes the
perfect gagging sound , music to my ears"

"Talking of piss can I use it" "Why not. It will clean that ash away before
it starts worshipping cock"

"Look after the gentleman it wil be a good 30 minutes before Im ready"


MuscleGod was on a mission to prove to the leatherman that his control of
the slave was total, That he only had to give an order and it would
obey. There was no sign of fear in the slave's eye, it was obvious that it
obeyed because it adored its Master, it was a choice of service or freedom,
and the last was not something it could contemplate.

As the piss slipped down its throat the slave's thoughts were firstly
making sure it did a good job of serving. It's greatest fear was messing up
when serving, and how that would reflect on his Master, and MuscleGod's
judgment in choosing his property.

The piss went down, the slave could not help think that it was inferior to
that of MuscleGod, and hoped that it wouldn't be too long before
MuscleGod's recycled beer was sitting at the bottom if its stomach.

The other man zipped up and left Master and slave. "Get me another beer"

The slave stood up and headed to the bar As it did MuscleGod adjusted his
cock through his leather breeches. Two men at the other side of the floor
sprang to life as he did so imagining no doubt being on their knees
worshipping his cock.

The slave returned and with a Thank You presented the beer to its
Master. MuscleGod moved closer their faces more or less level he blew some
cigar smoke into the slaves face then forced its mouth open with his tongue
before firing a ball of spit to the back of its throat.  He then finally
sat down, and pulled the slave in closer, and began to unzip his breeches.
, "It's your lucky night your going to get my cum before my piss, now get
down and starting worshipping. Make sure this audience knows how great my
cock is.

The slave could feel a dozen pairs of envious eyes drill into the back of
his head as as MuscleGod's hard cock thrust deeper into its mouth.  Eager
for the cum and the piss that was to come all that it could think of was
how lucky he was to be MusclerGod's owned slave