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MuscleGod grunted as a load of thick cum fell on the floor. One look at the slave and it was face down on the floor licking it up, it knew by now that it was unwise to waste a single drop of his Master's precious fluids.
"Do you like that slave?" MuscleGod looked in the mirror and and raised his foot before bringing in down heavily into the small of his obviously grateful slave's back. As he ground in the heel MuscleGod smiled as the slave whimpered and writhed in a mix of agonising pain, and delirious pleasure under the weight of its Master.
"That's where you belong on the floor grovelling, eating up Alpha cum. Tastes good doesn't i? Much better than that pathetic attempt you just produced"
MuscleGod pressed his boot in harder, the slave was too busy to answer. MuscleGod was right. Grovelling on the floor was where it belonged, surrendering to the arrogant power of the Perfect MuscleGod
Its position was the result of two hours of intense Muscle worship. MuscleGod naked except for a muircap, a pair of leather gloves and his boots. The slave kneeling on the floor gazing up in adoration. After first kissing his Master's boots the slave began to caress the muscular frame that dominated so many of its thoughts. The slaves hands barely left his Master's body, gliding along each muscle, just as its holes were moulding to accommodate MuscleGod's perfect dick, it felt as if its hands were helping MuscleGod form the perfect body. It wasn't long before his tongue also joined in the worship as it followed the contours of MuscleGod's muscular frame.
Hands and tongue covered every centimetre numerous times his hands feeling the quiver of flexed muscle, the toung absorbing the taste of sweat from Musclegod's Calves up through the crack of his Master's musky arse to the nape of his neck.
MuscleGod enjoyed the attention, but also enjoyed looking at himself in the mirror, but who could blame him for such narcissism. He was handsome, he was big, he was muscular. Arrogance, and triumph oozed out of every pore.Perfection, perfection that meant that he had power over so many other men
He considered himself the most Alpha of Males, and that was why right now he had the slave trapped on the hook of his arm, half worshipping his bicep, half struggling for breath as it licked the sweat "Ok there?" A muffled affirmative yes was all that he needed to squeeze harder.
There were three things Master and slave had in common, The mutual recognition of the superior greatness of Musclegod, the acceptance of the slave's inferiority and its desire to serve and for once two hard wet dicks.acceptance
Months of worship had strengthened the slave's realisation that what it had between its legs was pathetic and the more that it experienced MuscleGod's the more it was was grateful that it spent most of its time locked away. His Master on the other hand possessed a perfect dick, perfect to look at perfect to touch and perfect to taste. It was a source of power, and virility. Today for the first time in months the slave's dick was free and unlocked. MuscleGod was going to give the slave an opportunity to wank, whether it would be allowed to cum was a different matter.
Ok kneel there as I pose, when I tell you, you can start wanking, but don't you dare touch it before I tell you, and when I do you will have exactly two minutes to cum and then that cage goes back on. Fail and who knows when the next opportunity will be MuscleGod pulled his riding crop from his boots and tapped the slaves balls, and then raised it to its mouth. "Understood"
The slave kissed the tip and silently nodded and as it continued to watch its Master flex and transition.
MuscleGod gaze was now focused on the mirror, as he went through his poses, the low murmur of the slave describing each transition , and the occasional "MuscleGod You control me" was all that could be heard. By now his dick was rock hard , the head glistening, he felt a drop of cum fall down his thigh. He stoped briefly and captured some of it on his finger. He moved his arm out pointing to the slave who moved forward and took the finger into its mouth. The mix of cigar, leather and cum made his dick , throat and butthole twitch.
MuscleGod returned to posing looking in the mirror he could see the slave as it looked at him The adoration in its face was obvious, the slave was truly under his power. As he transitioned MuscleGod caught the slave resisting the urge to touch its dick, months of frustration were catching up with it.
The slave started to chant "There is only one MuscleGod. He controls me, He owns me" "Damn Right slave.You exist to serve me, to worship me" MuscleGod's dick hardened further, he saw the slave hand move to its groin. Felling almost sorry for it he ordered it to come nearer. The slave shuffled on its knees. "Look up," the slave blinked as MuscleGod spat on to its face,"You can begin, remember you have two minutes"
The slave was excited at the prospect of finally being able to wank as it watched its Master tower above him, two minutes didn't feel like anything but it was better than nothing,
. It finally touched its dick ,and within seconds an explosion of cum was on the floor. "Is that it, thats just a watery puddle" MuscleGod scoffed, and delivered some more spit and that wank must have been totally unsatisfying. The slave couldn't disagree, even its cum was pathetic but it didn't care. It was in its rightful place with its Master towering above him.
"There is only one MuscleGod. He controls me, He owns me" it continued to chant its arms now away from its dick, its face looking directly at MuscleGod. MuscleGod pointed to the ground by his feet the slave lowered its gaze and looked at the floor. MuscleGod continued briefly with his poses calling them out himself, he was ignoring the the slave , and concentrating on what he could see in the mirror. He thought about the number of victories he had had in competitions the number of men who had submitted to his power, as he transitioned into a Most Muscular a thick stream of cum shot out and landed on the floor. The slave was down on the ground quicker than he had ever imagined.
EventuallyMuscleGod removed the boot, the slave remained where it was, still licking the floor, its own dick still leaking as a result if the suffering it had experienced under his Master's boot MuscleGod reached down and grabbed the slave by its collar and brought it to its knees, Time to be useful slave "Get this clean"
The slave looked intently at the still hard dick, glowing and glistening. "All powerful Muscle God, I worship you" it began to chant, and moved closer taking MuscleGod's dick into its mouth
MuscleGod's leather gloved hand pushed its head towards him. The slave's throat took in MuscleGod's dick. It had repeated this so many times over the last year , it knew that it wouldn't be long before the throatfucking would begin, and continue until his Master deposited another load into its eager MuscleGod cock shaped throat directly into its gullet. Silently it chanted "MuscleGod you Control me,MuscleGod your semen nourishes me" "Good slave" MuscleGod said as he brushed the cock suckers back with the tip of a riding crop. "Do a good job and that arse will get the beating that it clearly needs"
The gagging sound hardened MuscleGod's dick it was a greater indication of his power than any of the chanting that the slave did. It was conformation that he was in Control, he was powerful. He looked in the mirror one hand pushing the slave down on his dick the other at the back of he own head as he inhaled his own scent. The slave existed just for his pleasure, he had enough cum to fill both the slaves;' holes before the end of the afternoon.