Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2022 19:32:14 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ash Eater <locked_london@yahoo.com>
Subject: perfect muscle god  chapter 3

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MuscleGod smiled as he looked down on the floor of the gym manager's
office.

The wide-eyed kneeling creature on the floor with his dick in his hand was
fully under the MuscleGod's spell. Yes, MuscleGod had his own studio where
he could sculpt his body, he had his own devoted slave, he was regularly
victorious at competitions but he still required more. His vanity meant
that he thrived on others recognising his perfection. That was why he would
still attend other gyms frequented by mortals like the one drooling below
him. He loved seeing how pathetic they were in his presence, it made him
want to show off his muscles, and showing off his muscles made his dick
hard. And a hard dick meant that it had to get worshiped.

The young man on the ground below him had made four mistakes, the first was
clearly going to the gym at the same time as MuscleGod, the second taking a
spot on the gym floor next to MuscleGod, the third was to not put the
weights back correctly the fourth asking MuscleGod to spot his as he did
the bench press.

MuscleGod generally didn't like such interruptions, yes he wanted the
admiration, but he was at the gym for his own self aggrandisement, the only
thing that mattered was his own muscle he had no interest in how big anyone
else was, or wanted to become, unless of course they dated to be bigger
than him. Yet something made him agree to the final request. Lying there on
the bench the young man looked up, he was immediately struck by the
greatness of the MuscleGod. It was truly a vision. Gradually his nostrils
were filled by the scent of power and testosterone. He managed to do nine
lifts before failing with the eighth

"Try again lad" This time he failed at the seventh. He failed at the sixth,
fifth fourth. Above him the MuscleGod flexed his chest, The young man could
see the sweat. Suddenly he thought about burying his head inside and just
licking it. MuscleGod moved in closer his groin was now immediately above
the young man's face. He wanted to suck that dick. As he teaches up to
touch the bar his and made contact with the MuscleGod's crotch He briefly
panicked.

He looked up and was about to apologise."I think you are ready lad" The
MuscleGod said. A stream of saliva fell from his mouth and fell of the
young man's face, "Follow me" A few minutes later both men were naked in
the manager's office."I know what you want to do lad. Don't let me stop
you" The young man fell to his knees and began to lick the top of the
MuscleGod's feet, as he did MuscleGod dropped his jockstrap on the
floor. "Sniff it lad" The young man still in a supplicants position moved
his head and placed his face in the sweaty material. The squeal of pleasure
a sign that he was now fully within MuscleGod's control. "Thank You Boss,
you smell great"

"Kneel lad" the young man got into position. MuscleGod lifted up the jock
and shoved it inside the young man's mouth, and began to slowly stroke his
dick. "Wank yourself lad but don't you dare cum" Over the next twenty
minutes the two were proceeded to wank themselves, the young man eyes
looking directly into MuscleGod, desperate to look away but unable to break
from the older man's gaze.

Unable to speak the young man listened as MuscleGod addressed him. "You
like this body don't you? You want to worship it. You want to show me how
Perfect you think I am, and you would be right I'm Perfect. Don't you
agree? Look at you weak, you are weak and pathetic, just sitting there
playing with a limp dick desperate to cum, unable to speak" "You want to
touch me, smell me taste me. Don't you?"

He leant forward and slapped the young man's face. "Don't you?" The young
man nodded."Move closer, not touching but smell me. The young man shuffled
forward, and inhaled. The scent made the dick in his hand harden. He
continued to inhale the aroma until MuscleGod tired of such behaviour told
him to stay still and watch. He stood yo , towering over his new
disciple"Described me lad?" In his daze young man reeled off a range of
adjectives, praising the man who sat before him.

The MuscleGod glowed as his praises were sung. He'd heard every one before,
he'd used everyone before himself he was after all perfect. After another
thirty minutes the MuscleGod was now ready to come he grabbed the young
mans head and pushed it on to his dick. "You'll enjoy this?" He felt sorry
for the young man as he wouldn't get the pleasure of properly worshiping
his dick as a huge wedge of cum almost filled his mouth. The MuscleGod
watched as the young man swallowed his cum, and smiled as some of it
dribbled down his chin.

In a daze the young man mumbled almost incoherently. "Delicious Boss Thank
You Boss"

That's enough, now fuck off. As the young man left the room MuscleGod knew
that the young man wold either never enter the gym again, or be eager to
serve MuscleGod that he'd all but give up everything else to be there in
the hope of just catching a glimpse of the perfect body that it would
forever hope it would get to submit to again

A minute or so later a knock on the door, another man walked in the gym
manager. MuscleGod had trained and taken control of him many years earlier
when he was a Personal Trainer.  MuscleGod's dick was still hard. The
manager was soon on his knees worshipping. As his head slid back and fore
over the dick his hands moved over the leg muscles. He looked up, the two
men's eyes' met The MuscleGod's stared intently, the manager moved back and
just said "Yes Boss"

He stood up and moved to a couch in the corner of the room, he sat
down. MuscleGod walked over and lifted the managers legs. "Go on then. Ask
me" "Fuck me Boss" MuscleGod had all the permission he needed and before
long the room was filled with the manager's squeals begging to be filled by
the MuscleGod's cum. A plea that would be answered eventually


Elsewhere the slave was in its knees. Master MuscleGod was due home in the
next half hour. It was expected that it would be waiting ready to greet
him. Waiting he went though his mantra. It had been part of his worship of
MuscleGod for approaching a year .A year of not just being a sub who would
on occasionally serve in the back yards of leather bars but a true slave
who was now devoted to the worship of his Master. It was going through the
Mantra when MuscleGod walked in.

"Glorious, most powerful MuscleGod, your slave is ready. "

"As you should slave" The scent of MuscleGod's work out filled his
nostrils, as it pressed its face against its Master's groin in inhaled the
strong mix of musk, testosterone and recently discharged cum. Master and
slave both knew that there was more to come. MuscleGod dropped his shorts,
his dick now in the slave's face. It needed a quick clean before the next
task began.

Slave crawled behind MuscleGod into the heart of the studio, the lights
were at their optimum brightness, wherever he looked the MuscleGod could
see his perfection. He flexed his biceps and watched as his slave grained
in delight. He teasingly reached down to the slaves groin, and squeezed its
balls before tracing his thumb over the opening of the cage. He lifted it
to the slave's mouth. "Eat that. The product of how much control I have
over you."

The slave sucked at the thumb, before it came to its senses.  "Ready
Master"

The slave picked up a measuring tape. It was time to measure the MuscleGod
to check on how the growth. This had been a daily ritual for the last four
months. Every single muscle was measured, in every configuration of
mandatory and non-mandatory poses. MuscleGod would call out a pose the
slave would measure and announce the result, and how much bigger it was
from the previous day. The slave was expected to remember each of these of
by heart, they would be noted down but it would be expected to remember
them and recite them off by the next day. There were four separate figures
for a single bicep, five for a calf. This ritual would take up much of the
next hour.

MuscleGod liked to test his slave's memory, and demand that it tell him the
measurement on a specific date. Each measurement for every single day was
etched into the slaves brain. As well as taking care of his Master's
physical well being through physical worship, it was also expected to take
care of the ego, and what better way that to be able to automatically
announce how much Master MuscleGod had grown right down to the nearest
millimetre.

After the measuring MuscleGod took the notebook off the slave and picked a
random date. The slave was expected to recite each measurement taken on the
chosen day. MuscleGod would mentally take note o how many of these were
correct and by how many millimetres the slave was out. Today the slave had
somehow managed to get ten of the measurements wrong each one
underestimating the MuscleGod's size. This meant punishment but the slave
had to beg for it to show it understood why.

But first the MuscleGod had to get ready. "Start chanting lad"

The slave closed its eyes and began to chant. "My great powerful ever
growing MuscleGod. All powerful, all controlling, victorious and
triumphant. I worship you, I submit to you , I'm owned by you" Over and
over and over. It only stopped speaking when a gloved hand covered its
mouth and pulled its head back. Above him towered the MuscleGod,
transformed into the perfect Leatherman.

A cloud of cigar smoke filled its lungs. "Great MuscleGod, Powerful muscle
god, growing MuscleGod, perfect MuscleGod

The grip on teahead was relaxed and the slave was pushed onto the
floor. Looking up he could see his Master in boots, Leather chaps which
showed off the muscular thighs gloves and a Muir cap, the freshly lit cigar
clasped in his mouth and a riding crop in his right hand. "Ready for the
punishment"

"Master, the slave is sorry. The MuscleGod's measurements are ingrained on
its brain. It is feeble and weak-minded to forget. Your growth Master is
phenomenal, your power over it is unceasing. Save is ready ."

The slave began to lick his masters boots. The taste of leather further
weakened it. As the MuscleGod increased in power above the slave the need
to submit increased. "MuscleGod above all, MuscleGod above all MuscleGod
above all."

As the slave licked his boots the MuscleGod looked in the mirror and
flexed. "Lat spread, Side chest, front double bicep, Most Muscular" The
slave groaned under neath, it groaned even more as he heard the slap of the
riding crop against his Master's Gauntlet covered hand.

The first whack made contact, the slave's mouth did not leave the
MuscleGod's boot. Resigned to and accepting of its punishment it knew it
had to continue to worship its Master. The beating continued for the next
fifteen minutes. Interrupted only for the MuscleGod to look at himself in
the mirror for a period of self worship. What better way was there to
confirm his power than to have a slave grovel and sob whilst worshipping at
his feet.

Eventually MuscleGod ceased the beating."Get up here and thank me" It was
time for the physical worship to begin in earnest, no measurements just the
slave s hands gently moving over his Master's muscular body. Some cum
dripped from the slave's cage. The MuscleGod smiled, knowing that by early
evening he would have fed his own to the slave twice over, and if it was
really lucky it might even get to wash it down with piss. The slave's
thoughts however were just how great his MuscleGod's body was.