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"Fuck yes. " "Perfection" "Arrogance" "Superior"
MuscleGod's grunts filled the room. He looked at himself in the mirror. He had just finished one of his favourite types of worship sessions, where it was just him looking himself in the mirror. No disturbance from a fawning slave. Just him looking at his power reflected back at him, as flexed and went through his routine. Somewhere in the dark the slave was preoccupied worshiping his boots. The only noise being the occasional recitation of its mantra.
Tonight he was totally naked so he could gaze upon the full majesty of his body. He cupped his balls before he placed a finger at the end of his hard cock and lifted a drop of cum to his mouth.
"Slave I'm ready"
He shouted as he slid the finger out of his mouth. He smiled as he looked at the mirror in front of him. An hour of self worship had resulted in two streams of cum hitting the mirror. It tasted so good he was almost tempted to dispense with the slave's services and eat it himself, but by now it was there.
"Ready Master" the slave bent down and kissed his Master's bare feet. The scent of his earlier sweaty gym session filled his nostrils. It kissed it again, so eager it was to be close to its Master.
MuscleGod clicked his fingers, the slave looked up and saw him pointing at the mirror. The slave was briefly filled with envy that the cum was on the mirror and not slowly seeping into its stomach.
"Thank YOU Master." "My all powerful Master. " The slave crawled to the mirror and without touching a drop placed his head against the surface and just looked at its Master's wonderful creation.
MuscleGod coughed, a sign of his impatience, the slave began to lick, The first river directly from the glass, the second it removed with its finger before transferring it as one into its pathetic slave mouth.
As he ingested, it looked in the mirror, this was the only lit part of the room. It had spent the previous two hours in murkiness. waiting to be called, his only company five pairs of his Master's boots. Five pairs that had been worshipped as if they were on MuscleGod's feet. Each millimetre had been lovingly licked, each tread cleaned. As it did this the slave had imagined kneeling in-front of MuscleGod waiting for permission to approach and worship. As it inhaled the inside of each boot it imagined being crushed underneath it, as MuscleGod demonstrated his power and arrogance. Its nostrils were full of its Master's scent, but nothing beat the physical act of submitting to Musclegod himself.
In the mirror he could see MuscleGod standing there his right hand resting on his left pec. His hand combing through the mat of white hairs that covered his powerful chest. A chest glistening slightly with sweat and oil.
It was rare for the slave to see his MuscleGod in this way, usually there was a jock strap, a muir hat, a pair of boots, even a pair of leather pants. Today he was totally naked. It gave the slave the opportunity to drink in his owner's power It looked and carefully studied the handsome face, the well built chest the powerful stomach. Its cock twitched as his eyes traced over the contours of MuscleGod's arms. Further down the most perfect of cocks still hard almost monopolising its attention, but not enough to allow the slave to marvel at MuscleGods legs from the waist down to the ankle it was perfection. It took a deep breath as MuscleGod turned round, giving it a view not only of the strong powerful back but two perfect arse cheeks. The slave let some precum escape as imagined worshipping the crack in between its tongue drinking up the moist intimate of of Master muskiness.
This is why it served, this is why it craved control, this is why it submitted. It could no longer remember a time when it didn't belong to MuscleGod
MuscleGod clicked the fingers of his left hand. The slave looked up, turned round and knelt to attention.
"Ready?" MuscleGod was now holding his dick in his hand. The source of the cum that it had just ingested. It was still hard the head glistening. The slave was almost transfixed by its beauty, its power and shuffled slowly towards it.
"Yes Master. Your obedient slave is always ready
The slave salivated at the thought of his Master's cock entering its throat, as its lips touched the tip it changed from slave to a human flesh light, after a year of use its throat now moulded perfectly to accommodate the perfect God cock.
MuscleGod smiled as his dick slid in. What once arrived in his studio as a wannabe muscle worshipper was now much more, it was the property of an all powerful MuscleGod.
Master and slave groaned in unison as the dick slid in and out of the slave's mouth. MuscleGod looked in the mirror and looked down as it changed from slave into object. Although his attention was soon drawn by to his own magnificence.
As he did he lifted up both arms and flexed, turning his head slightly he could smell something. Not his sweat but his power. "You're amazing, you're all powerful. " Words that he would normally expect to hear from the slave, but it was too busy gagging, submitting to the power of the God cock. They were coming from his own mouth. He lifted his right arm behind his head, exposing his arm pit. "Perfection." As he spoke he pushed the slaves head in its nose buried in his public hair. He counted to twenty, getting increasingly turned on by the submissive gagging noises. As he did he let down another stream of cum down the slave's throat.
MuscleGod relaxed the grip, and looked down, the slave looked up at him. its mouth full of MuscleGod's cock, its eyes said all MuscleGod needed to know
Its eyes smiled, it was a devoted happy slave. MuscleGod smiled back, it was going to reward the slave with one of his most precious gifts. As his bladder relaxed and emptied down the slaves throat he looked directly into its eyes.
"Good lad the evening's not yet over. I'm going to sit back and have a nice long cigar. That mouths going to be busy between worshipping my feet eating my toe-jam, licking them clean. Do a really good job and the ash is all yours.
The slave's response was to most ears indecipherable but as he pushed his dick further into the slave's throat Musclegod recognised the usual response of "Yes Master. I adore you Master"