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"Take it all the way in boy" MuscleGod ordered. His voice just about audible over the loud gagging sound that filled the room as he pushed the slave's face into his groin. He briefly relaxed the pressure before quickly pressing down even harder eliciting a louder gagging sound.
The tears ran down the slaves face, as its nose filled with MuscleGod's scent, and mouth filled with saliva. MuscleGod had been throat fucking it for the last twenty minutes. Twenty brutal and relentless minutes, and he had no intention of stopping. He was MuscleGod after all and the slave was well just a slave there to obey and submit and be used.
Not that the slave despite the discomfort had any desire for it to stop. It was MuscleGod's slave, his property, its sole purpose was to submit, obey, serve, and be used, right now that meant accepting the pummelling his throat was taking from MuscleGod's perfect hard dick. The slave was truly in heaven, as MuscleGod guided its throat along his dick, its brain was filled with thoughts of how fortunate it was, to be given the opportunity to serve, how it existed it, its only regret was that it was unable to recite its mantras dedicated to MuscleGod's power, arrogance and control .
It had been at its Master's disposal for the last six hours. As always it had fallen on its knees as soon as MuscleGod opened the door, the powerful arrogant presence reminding it of its status. MuscleGod had a competition coming up the slave was there to help him get ready. The first two hours was mostly devoted to watching MuscleGod work out, getting his weights in place, returning them, acting as a urinal, and spittoon, it was important that muscleGod wasted as little time as possible. And of course singing his Master's praises.
After a rest where MuscleGod sat down and the slave acted as a willing foot rest, a ninety minute posing session where the slave knelt there in adoration as MuscleGod went through his poses MuscleGod has no need for its presence as he had to just to look in the mirror to know how great he was, but the extra boost to his ego and arrogance was always welcome. It was also fun to pose and taunt the slave who he knew was desperate to touch his body .
Finally after emptying his bladder into the slave's eager throat it was time for intense body worship. MuscleGod had developed a sheen of sweat that made his body glow .MuscleGod was turned on by his own smell, so god knows what effect it had on the slave. God might not know but MuscleGod certainly did, it turned it into a pathetic creature desperate to smell, taste and touch its Master,
The slave moved closer as he inhaled the scent. Musclegod lifted his arms over his head and the slave slowly moved towards a hart armpit inhaling then tasting. "I Adore you Master" it whimpered. MuscleGod was sorry tempted to lower his arm and crush the slaves head as it nestled in his arm pit, but right now he was as keen to be worshipped as the slave was desperate to worship. The slave fell to his knees and kissed his Master's feet and then began to slowly move up the body.
Ninety minutes of worship. As MuscleGod flexed and transitioned the slave would lick yet more sweat and then groan in delight as it felt a muscle expand in its hands. Each flex demonstrating his Master's power. As he looked in the mirror that formed one of the walls the slave could see Muscle'sGods arrogance reflected back at him. An arrogance and power that required submission. "I adore you Master" the slave said as he moved from sucking one nipple to the other, The slave was totally in his Master's power, a power cemented when finally he was pushed off his Master's chest and pushed to the floor so it could begin to worship the rock hard dick.
"Enjoying that lad?" This was the first time since his arrival hours earlier that that MuscleGod had directed a question to the slave. Everything else had been an instruction or a reminder of his power over, and how it compared to the pathetic weakness of the slave. "Yes Master" the slave responded, his Master's dick still in its mouth. "Of course you do, you've got a God's dick down that throat. Just remember that I'm all powerful and you. Need I continue?"
MuscleGod smiled as he pushed the slave's head down on his dick. A passive observer would have assumed that the noise was one of resistance, as the gagging increased in volume. Musclegod knew better, it was the sound of willing surrender. The noise of desperate relief the slave head been wanting to suck on his dick since its arrival, A noise that that just made MuscleGod's dick harder. He had heard it numerous times before, every man who had had the privileged of sucking his dick, quickly made it clear that a quick blow job would not be enough for them. Their throats only existed for his pleasure.
This slave was the most eager and willing of the countless who had served him. Obedient, submissive and uncomplaining., and as noisy as fuck. MuscleGod never tired of using it, abusing it, controlling it. "Breathe, as you surrender to the power Boy" , MuscleGod Slowed the pace, but made sure that he fully impaled the throat until he decided the slave needed some air.
MuscleGod had long deposited a load of cum down the slaves throat, the cum and the own slave's saliva had resulted in a slick mess on the floor below. A mess that would eventually be licked up, but for now his stamina and the slave's eagerness meant that there was at least another ten minutes of worship to go, and if the slave was lucky another load of cum.
As the slave gagged and choked Musclegod looked down, and removed the cigar from His mouth and smiled a long ash tip had form, If it was lucky the slave would get to eat that too. He could feel the slaves throat widen, changing shape to accommodate his girt. The slave spluttered and more saliva escaped, but the choking noises more than made up for it. As the slave managed to let out a "Thank You Boss " MuscleGod knew that his next load was ready. With his other slaves he would give them a warning to let them know what as going to happen. Such niceties were unnecessary with this one. He returned the cigar to his mouth and pushed the slaves head down, so its nose was deep in his groin, he then moved his hands and placed them around the slave's neck, and tightened his grip.
The slave closed its eyes as it felt the cum fill his mouth. "Don't swallow yet boy" MuscleGod wanted the slave to savour his taste. He pushed the slave away so he was kneeling in an upright position. "Open that mouth" The slave looked up at MuscleGod, his tongue heavy with the load of cum. Torn between savouring the taste at it seeped into its taste buds and the desire to swallow and feel his Master's gift slide down his gullet into his stomach. MuscleGod leant down and exhaled , a clod of cigar smoke enveloped the slave. MuscleGod ruffled its hair, pleased at its refusal to cough. He moved in closer and spat. "Now swallow" The slave closed its mouth and smiled as a mix of cum and spit slid down. It bent down and kissed MuscleGod's feet. "All powerful MuscleGod you control me"
"Of course I do" MuscleGod dropped some ash on the floor. As the slave ate it up his Master kicked him in the side of his ribs. "Now get in that sling the next load's going up that arse."