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"Fucking Perfection"
MuscleGod looked in the hotel mirror as he flexed his muscles. He had just got out of bed, and although he didn't need any one to tell him how great he was, his vanity had a huge kick seeing his reflection in the mirror. He may have been on a long weekend break but his vanity never took time off. He went through his posing routine, every twitch and flex providing justification for all the hard work he had put in to sculpting the perfect body. He paused briefly and located a cigar, he placed it in his mouth and looked back in the mirror. He smiled.
He contemplated the power that he saw reflected back at him, body and mind. He had always sent out signals that he was dominant and in charge, a look, a shrug a raise of the eyebrow, it had never been a problem getting the attention he needed. A blink of an eye would have in the past been enough to make a man approach him and ask permission to lick his boots.
Now it was even easier, he didn't have to even try, he could be innocently drinking a coffee or beer and he would be approached by someone offering to serve him in some way. Not that he was ever innocently doing anything he was always looking for his next target, looking for someone to use, its just that the target was not always aware that it was his latest prey. The combination of his natural dominance, good looks and increased size had turned him into an unbeatable machine.
Submission came in many ways , there was the sexual, of course, he had lost count of the men who had literally begged him to destroy their holes, or allow them to pay for his drinks all night. But the most important manifestation was simple deference.
Only a few of his close friends now got by without calling him Boss, or Sir, men always gave way to him and opened doors, and he could sense the hunger in the eyes of men who turned round and looked at him as he walked away to this distance.
He was always guaranteed the best spot in the bar, which gave him the best vantage point when his slave was on its knees His dick deep in its throat, its groans inaudible under the pulsating music. Pushing the slaves head down he could see the other men in the bar looking at him with envy. Slaves and subs of course were naturally envious, but he could sense the same thoughts in the Top, without a doubt they wished that they too could have as much control over a slave as he did. Some would approach and talk but as he pushed the slave's head deeper on to his cock, and blowing cigar smoke in their faces he he knew it wouldn't be too long before they were battling the uncomfortable thought that they wanted to submit, approach, submit and call him Sir.
As he carefully adjusted the light caught his torso he smiled at how it naturally glistened. He moved into a Most Muscular pose, , and his cock hardened. "Damn you are the best" he said to himself.
He placed both his hands behind his head, resisting the temptation to have a morning wank. He barely noticed the sound of the hotel room closing, only registering that kneeling figure of the slave beside him. "On time"
It had brought up his breakfast, and a protein shake, not that he was in the mood to eat just yet, he was still absorbed by how good his body looked.
The slave knelt watching its Master in the mirror. Unlike its Master it had been awake for at least an hour. It's sleep had been fitful, its brain was full of the need to serve its Master, to obey its Master
The previous night it had served its Master well. In private and in public showing the world its had accepted its fate as MuscleGods property Kneeling save for the time it was either flat on the ground licking its Master's heavy boots, or when given a few moments to stretch its legs and get MuscleGod a drink. It had last seen its Master when it had help him get undressed in the early hours, and swallow his piss.
It had already been for breakfast but not eaten much watching the clock to ensure it arrived in His Hotel room on Time. The taste of the previous nights service was still in its mouth. His Masters boots, his Masters ash, his piss, spit cock, arse and that most precious of gifts cum.
A night of public use and display, quietly obeying orders knowing that it was there not for its enjoyment but to demonstrate to the world that MuscleGod was its Master.
That was last night, and time to forget the memories and concentrate on the here and now. How it served last night meant nothing if it couldn't demonstrate its worth and value to its Master right now.
"Thirsty ?"
The slave didn't have to answer, not that MuscleGod wanted one, as far as he was concerned its holes were there for his use as and when he needed it. He no longer need an answer, to his questions as the answer would always be Yes, even the Thank You Master, that the slave uttered pathetically after he had fucked it throat or its arse were no longer really required. MuscleGod didn't need thanking, inanimate objects didn't thank him when he used the, so why should a hole.
The first piss of the morning was as acrid as the slave expected but knowing that it was fresh from MuscleGod's bladder meant it was as precious as the sweetest dawn nectar. It never wasted a drop, fearing that that one missed drop could be its last.
His bladder empty MuscleGod sat down. The slave waited for the wordless signal to approach before it placed its face on the top of MuscleGod's bare foot. It inhaled, and groaned in relief as the smell of MuscleGod filled its lungs. An aroma that combined the finest leather with the natural scent of MuscleGod's power. Each part of him smelt different his feet, his chest his pit, dick and arse, but all of them combined into something that was addictive and heavenly.
"Show me how much you adore me?'
The next two hours were devoted to the slave worshipping MuscleGods body. Nothing was off limits, His smallest toe was given as much attention as his ever increasing chest muscles. As it did its cock hardened, but remained untouched. His brain was wired now to recognise that that this intense period of worship had two aims, to show its adoration for its Master, but also as inspiration to ensure that it provided as much assistance as possible in His quest to get bigger.
Half way through MuscleGod pushed the slaves head on to his dick, looking up the slave knew what was coming next. The next piss of the day. A less acrid one than earlier. A Few seconds to allow it all to get swallowed and the worship began again. MuscleGod stood up and turned round, looking outside of the Hotel window it looked down at the city., as if it was his kingdom.
Down there were men who hadn't even met him who would soon be transfixed by his power. He picked up the protein shake that the slave had brought along earlier and chugged it down. He flexed his back muscles, as he did the slaves tongue made contact in his arsecrack. The slave groaned, as its tasted its Master.
"I'm ready" MuscleGod turned round, his hard dick was fully erect. MuscleGod pushed the tip back against his belly.
Silently the slave took his balls into his mouth, it wanted to make this last, it played with the balls treating them delicately, it was only when it heard a cough did it start paying attention to the dick. It ran its tongue along the whole length, allowing it to feel .smell and taste its God's power. MuscleGod looked down the eagerness and devotion that the slave showed to his dick was always pleasing, but right now he only wanted one thing. He grabbed the slaves head and impaled it on his hard dick . Right now he wasn't interested in a long drawn out cock worship session, he just wanted to cum, and the best way to do that was to look out at the city below as he fucked its throat, the gagging sound as his hard dick moved back and forth pleased him. He surprised himself at the volume of cum that filled the slaves mouth.
A good omen he thought, the slave wasn't going anywhere today, its adoration of its Master had just begun