Date: Wed, 31 Jan 2024 21:53:33 +0000 (UTC) From: Ash Eater Subject: Perfect Muscle God c 25 Thank you to Nifty! Please consider donating: https://donate.nifty.org/ The slave knocked on the hotel room door, and pushed. The room was in semi darkness, the curtains drawn blocking out the light from outside. It entered and closed the door closed behind it. The mix of last night's cigar smoke, leather sweat and its Master's natural scent, hit its nostrils and was already filling its lungs. "MuscleGod you control me" it said quietly. Even when not visible Muscle God had total control over it. As it fell to its knees it could hear MuscleGod breathing. It could hear his breathing. The slow deep pace, making it feel at ease, comfortable even. It was in the presence of its Master and could forget about everything except the fact it was owned and controlled by MuscleGod. Eventually it moved further into the room. It spied MuscleGod's boots, instinctively it bent down and first kissed them then he lifted each one up in turn and licked them from toe to heel, and back again. Even when not worn they were to be worshipped, they held as much power over it as its Master, a power that required submission. On the table it spied MuscleGods, riding crop, cigar lighter and cutter, and two cigar still unwrapped. It bent its head slightly acknowledging the power their owner had over it. Turning its head it saw the bed, it crawled over and assumed its kneeling position. Suddenly MuscleGod pushed back the bedsheet. The slave's eyes widened seeing its Master lying there naked sent a warm wave over it. The powerful physique, one that it had worshipped intimately over the last year or so.Its eyes slowly worked from its Master's head to his feet and back again. It wasn't in touching distance but its tongue reacted as if it were already working its way across the muscular torso. MuscleGod's right arm was positioned under his head, the slave's mind reminded it of the numerous times its face had been planted directly inside it as its Master lowered the arm and crushed its head. MuscleGod pointed to the exposed armpit, the slave moved toward the bed, the closer it got the more intense the scent. It moved its head closer and kissed the huge bicep. Slowly it moved and inhaled deeply as it got level with the arm pit and started to suck on MuscleGod right nipple. MuscleGod growled as the slave suckled. HIs dick now needed attention. His left hand grabbed the slaves chain and guided its head to his dick.. Although the slave dared not hesitate the force that MuscleGod used was an indication that he wouldn't tolerate any. Without a word MuscleGod pushed the slaves head on to his hard dick, his hands pressed down as the slave fought for air, gagging. "Ready?" MuscleGod did not wait for an answer and slowly released his grip allowing the slave to move up the shaft, not entirely though. The slave's throat was going to be fully occupied for quite a while. Briefly the grip was relaxed completely and the slave began to enthusiastically slide up and down its Masters shaft. MuscleGod grabbed the slave hair and pulled the head back slightly. Before pushing it back down so its nose was nestling in MuscleGods groin. The scent from last night was powerful MuscleGod's cum, the slave's saliva and of course His breeches. This was not a time for ceremony or niceties. "Do I need to remind you who owns you.Your'e just a hole. " MuscleGod was kicking the day off in style. He was in charge, he was in control, That meant was going to control the way his cock was sucked. He wasn't in the mood for a worship session, where the slave would be lost in thought as it slowly worshipped His cock. He didn't want the slave thinking how lucky it was to be in a position to have a perfect cock in its mouth, or second guessing what would please his master. He just wanted a hole, he wanted to feel its throat loosened and tighten around his meat. He was in the mood to use the slave, to destroy its throat , and that could only be done if he set the pace. He could easily have used his hand for what he wanted, but a slave throat was just as good. He grabbed more of the slaves hair and thrust it back and forth along his hard cock. Months of training mean that even when it had no control the slave knew not to make contact between dick and teeth. The grip relaxed, but before the slave knew what was happening its back was against the wall. "Time to get brutal. Now show me how much you love your Master, how much control he has over you. Surrender to His power " MuscleGods dick slammed into the slaves throat, as it did the slave reached round and began to feel its Master's body, it could only reach as far as the lower back, but that was enough. As it choked and gagged it thought of the joy it got from worshipping its owner's arse, how its tongue felt as it flicked along the tight hole. It began to rub its hands along MuscleGod's legs but it did get far as Musclegod gripped his hands around its neck, and began to fuck its throat. Lifting its eyes he saw its Master's face. The look on it reminded the slave that right now it was just a hole, not a slave, not an object just a hole. MuscleGod also sensed the slave's mind was elsewhere. "Concentrate on being a hole boy. Nothing else" It didn't have to work to keep its Master's cock hard, it just had to exist and accept the throat fucking it was receiving, The grip around its neck tightened, as it gagged the drool in its mouth lubricating the cock. MuscleGod alternated between thrusting his hips into the slave's throat as its head rested against the back of the bedroom wall, and guiding the throat as slid back and forth along his cock. His mood had not changed, he had no use for a slave, evident or other wise, what he needed was a hole, a hole to take his hard dick and fill with his cum. He toyed with idea of using its other hole, it had been a long time since he had bred the slave but no destroying its throat was enough right now. Suddenly MuscleGod felt a spasm as he came. The slave's throat filled with its Master's spunk . If it didn't eat again today it would be happy. The cum slowly slid down his throat, a welcome balm following there brutal fuck it had just experienced. Tears ran down its face as it recovered. "Thank you Master" "Good hole" MuscleGod's dick was still hard glistening with saliva and cum, it wanted so much to have a repeat session. MuscleGod looked down at it and released a stream of spit that the slave caught in its open mouth. "You've been fed, now time to water you" Slave moved closer and took the dick back into its mouth and waited. MuscleGod sighed with relief as his bladder emptied. MuscleGod pushed the slave's head back to the wall, "Good hole, good obedient hole. Now rest" The slave bent down and kissed its Master's feet. As it retraced its journey to the door, it again paid homage to the cigar, lighter and riding crop. It kissed the boots before making its way to the door. Back in the room the slave looked in the mirror, its t-shirt was damp, with the drool from his the brutality that its Master had used its throat. He debated changing it. Meanwhile MuscleGod was standing in front of his room's mirror. He flexed his muscles, his cock hardened. He picked his up his phone and texted the slave. "This afternoon its your arsenal that gets destroyed." Quickly followed by a second "I need more cigars. Wear that T shirt whilst you buy them."