Date: Thu, 10 Nov 2022 22:23:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ash Eater <locked_london@yahoo.com>
Subject: Perfect Muscle God Chapter 6

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The MuscleGod entered the bar three steps behind he was followed by the
slave.MuscleGod turned and looked at the slave and then looked at the
floor. It took a few seconds but slave soon realised that he was expected
to be kneeling. "Remember your place lad." MuscleGod rubbed his
crotch. "Unless I say so your focus tonight will be between here and the
floor."

He smiled and pressed the slave's head against his leg. Slave turned
slightly and inhaled and kissed his Master's leather covered muscular
thigh. "If you are required to move you will crawl. Understood?" The slave
nodded its face still pressed hard against his Master's leg

"Good"

MuscleGod walked to the bar the slave crawled after him, it wasn't too busy
but navigating between a dozen or so pairs of legs was still difficult as
distracting as the sea of leather trousers and gleaming boots were the
slave's eyes were firmly fixed on his Master.

Drink ordered the journey away from the bar to the smoking area, meant more
navigating. "Come on hurry up" MuscleGod said with an impatient tone."These
men will be using you soon enough, now come on"

It was relatively quiet, which meant MuscleGod had the opportunity to pick
the best spot. He picked up his beer and took a mouthful, he then took a
second and moved closer to the slave. The slave opened its mouth and
allowed the beer to transfer into his own mouth. It would be the first gift
he would receive that night. The slave looked up at MuscleGod as he lit his
cigar. The flames from the lighter lit up his Master's face, and he could
not help thank how fortunate he was to be allowed worship such a perfect
man.

The slave stayed in position as MuscleGod relaxed and enjoyed his cigar. He
acknowledged some of the other leather men as they came in and while they
had brief conversations offered his gloved hand to the slave who nuzzled
against it inhaling the leather. "You'll get to use it eventually" As he
said that the slave felt the sharp sting of a riding crop on his
butt. "You'll like that won't you " MuscleGod ruffled the slave hair.

MuscleGod exhaled some cigar smoke and lifted his leg onto a wooden
crate. He tapped his boot with a riding crop It was time for the slave to
start worshipping his Master. Slave moved to lick where b his Master had
just tapped. For now it was a case of obeying the whim of his Master,
moving quickly from heat to toe to calf to the front of the shaft. This
went on for sometime until MuscleGod laughed and just sat back and watched
as the slave worshipped his boot in his own way. Full of deference it
slowly began at the tip of the toe, a dribble of slave spit falling on to
the leather, a dribble that soon turned into a healing wet patch a sign of
a tongue that was designed to serve.

 As he licked the leather the slave inhaled and savoured the taste of
leather, it was a boot that it had worshipped and licked on numerous
occasions. "Harder lad, I want to feel it " the slave increased his
intensity of effort longer, harder wetter tongue strokes.

"Need help in encouraging it" a familiar voice. There was no answer but the
swift application of three strokes of a riding crop made the slave aware
that the answer had been yes. His head was pushed down further into his
Master's boot he built up a ball of saliva which as soon as the grip on his
head was relaxed he let loose over the leather. "Ok Boy make sure you keep
that up or up or get another beating" Three more strokes of the riding
crop.

"Well done lad lick those boots, show me how much they mean to you"

The slave was deep in worship, these boots now in control, it had to show
them as much devotion as it did its Master's muscles.

"Come here lad" The slave lifted itself up from the boots and approached
MuscleGod. a cloud of smoke obscured, it adopted its kneeling position and
looked up, he would never not be in awe of the power of his Master,
MuscleGod removed the cigar from his mouth a released a stream of spit, the
slave moved quickly to ensure that none of it was wasted. It was his second
gift of the night.

The MuscleGod looked at his cigar, there was a significant ball of ash not
at the end. "Ready?" The slave nodded and moved closer. Smiling, it closed
its eyes and opened its mouth. Its head was pulled back by a nearby
Leatherman as the ash was dropped into its mouth. All the slave could see
were two face obscured by Muir caps looking down at it, their breath heavy
with the smell of cigar.

"Can I?"  Another ball of ash was dropped in followed by some spit. The
slave's head was pushed into an upright position, it moved its eyes upwards
and looked at its Master. It took a few seconds but eventually a nod
came. The slave swallowed the ash, "Thank you Master, Thank you Sir"
Another whack of the riding crop and it was again just slave and Master,
The slave's eyes widened as it looked in adoration of the perfect leather
clad man that towered above it. Another nod from the MuscleGod's head and
the slave lowered its head waiting for the next instruction

For the next half hour slave knelt there in science head down looking at
MuscleGod's boots salivating at the thought of worshipping them again.

Under its breath it recited its mantra. MuscleGod rested his right hand on
the slave's head. Covered in his best leather gauntlet. The feeling of
leather against the slave's skin strengthened the bond between Master and
property. "Head up and mouth open" The slave's mouth was filled with
ash. Silently accepting its position as its Master's object the slave
smiled to signify gratitude before lowering its head again.

MuscleGod was for the most part deep in conversation with other leathermen,
each one the slave's superior. The slave's brain was taken upon with three
activities, concentrating on his Master's boots, reciting the mantra and
listening out for the next order. The rest of the conversation that went
above it was almost a foreign language.

"Ok five minutes" MuscleGod removed his hand , and lifted the slaves head
up by the chin.  "Go with him, obey him as you would obey me" The slave
looked up, a leatherman was looking down at him sternly. "Looks if you are
mine for a while. Get over there" The slave remained on its knees and
crawled over to the corner where it had been directed.

"I'm too lazy to go the toilet for a piss, so I'm doing with second best
that throat of yours. Open up" He removed his dick from its leather
trousers and forced it down the slaves throat. The slave swallowed knowing
that failing to swallow each drop could be seeing as disrespecting his
Master. As the piss continued to enter his mouth and throat it saw his
Master loom over the shoulder of the leather. "Is it doing a good job"
"Acceptable" laughed he leatherman. "It better be better than
acceptable.Enjoying that lad." The slave looked at his Master and with his
eyes made clear that he was.

"In which case I think you can stay here for another fifteen minutes,
whilst I'm at the bar you can be the urinal for these fine men" As the
leatherman's dick slid out of his mouth, he stepped back to reveal that
there were another two men standing in line.

"Are you Ok with that?" It was a rhetorical question, if MuscleGod was
happy with his slave acting as a urinal, the slave was happy to act as one
"My great powerful Musclegod I'm owned by you.I obey you " The slave
remained kneeling its mouth open waiting for the next load of piss. It
swallowed each load obediently savouring each drop, but it knew that none
of these tasted as good as its Master the MuscleGod's own. As the final
drop landed on his tongue he quietly prayed that he would get to drink it
soon.

The slave's wish was soon granted, MuscleGod reappeared. "After all that
piss I bet you are desperate for mine now aren't you."

" Yes Master."  " Unzip me then" the slave reached up and unzipped his
Master's leather trousers, his dick soon was in view. It was as perfect and
as powerful as ever. The slave looked up. MuscleGod was giving it
permission to approach and swallow.

As the piss fell down its throat the slave said a quiet prayer of
thanks. The MuscleGod smiled as its piss engorged dick emptied into the
slaves throat. As it softens MuscleGod left his dick in the throat as the
final drops were swallowed he wasn't going to waste any it tonight. His
third gift of the night. As it softened He addressed the slave.

"Bootlicker, ashtray, urinal, you've done well tonight lad" The slave was
initially hesitant that this meant that he would no longer be required that
night. "But there's room for improvement before closing time."

"Stand." He opened the slaves mouth and inserted two fingers. "Show me how
much more you can do tonight." The slave rose on its feet as it began to
suck on the two leather covered digits tasting MuscleGod's numerous
cigars. As MuscleGod slid in the fingers slave pulled himself closer his
arms around his Master's muscular body. A muscular body that was still
noticeable under a layer pf leather. Eye contact maintained throughout the
MuscleGod was determined to see the slave's devotion as it gagged and
gurgled.

"I control you, I dominate you, I rule you , I own you. Don't I? You adore
me, you submit to me you obey me Don't you?"

The slave looked up at its Master's eyes. As the fingers slid out it
responded with "Yes you are my all powerful MuscleGod" as it did cigar
smoke infused spit hit it in the face it groaned "Thank you Master" The
slave's hand absentmindedly moved down to Musclegod's crotch, Master and
slave knew the reason why.

Not yet lad, Musclegod grabbed the slave by the throat and pushed it
against the wall, his breath was heavy with the scent of cigars, he moved
his face closer, his eyes now wide open. His lips made contact with the
slave's the slave opened them knowing what was next another ball of spit
hit the back of the throat, It wanted to say thank you but the strength of
his Masters grip meant he couldn't say a word, His Master moved back whilst
maintaining the solid grip. A huge grin spread across his face.

He could see the slave' adoration, the willingness to submit. It was almost
time for its reward, Well aware that the smoking area was now busy
MuscleGod took advantage of an audience He turned the slave around, and
unzipped its trousers, before pulling them down, The slave felt some spit
drip down the crack of his cheek, quickly followed by his Master's hard
dick. MuscleGod began to fuck, slowly at first then hard and fast as he did
ash fell on the back of the slave's neck. The area began to fill with the
noise MuscleGod's triumphant grunts as he thrust into his slave's hole and
the slave grunts of gratitude grunts which punctuated his mantra. Finally
MuscleGod filled his slave with his cum, his fourth gift of the
night. MuscleGod withdrew and forced the slave back on its knees, it was
reciting the mantra. "My great powerful ever growing MuscleGod, I submit to
you" before it took his Masters dick in its mouth to show its final act of
devotion of the night