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MuscleGod smiled as he looked down on the floor of the gym manager's office.
The wide-eyed kneeling creature on the floor with his dick in his hand was fully under the MuscleGod's spell. Yes, MuscleGod had his own studio where he could sculpt his body, he had his own devoted slave, he was regularly victorious at competitions but he still required more. His vanity meant that he thrived on others recognising his perfection. That was why he would still attend other gyms frequented by mortals like the one drooling below him. He loved seeing how pathetic they were in his presence, it made him want to show off his muscles, and showing off his muscles made his dick hard. And a hard dick meant that it had to get worshiped.
The young man on the ground below him had made four mistakes, the first was clearly going to the gym at the same time as MuscleGod, the second taking a spot on the gym floor next to MuscleGod, the third was to not put the weights back correctly the fourth asking MuscleGod to spot his as he did the bench press.
MuscleGod generally didn't like such interruptions, yes he wanted the admiration, but he was at the gym for his own self aggrandisement, the only thing that mattered was his own muscle he had no interest in how big anyone else was, or wanted to become, unless of course they dated to be bigger than him. Yet something made him agree to the final request. Lying there on the bench the young man looked up, he was immediately struck by the greatness of the MuscleGod. It was truly a vision. Gradually his nostrils were filled by the scent of power and testosterone. He managed to do nine lifts before failing with the eighth
"Try again lad" This time he failed at the seventh. He failed at the sixth, fifth fourth. Above him the MuscleGod flexed his chest, The young man could see the sweat. Suddenly he thought about burying his head inside and just licking it. MuscleGod moved in closer his groin was now immediately above the young man's face. He wanted to suck that dick. As he teaches up to touch the bar his and made contact with the MuscleGod's crotch He briefly panicked.
He looked up and was about to apologise."I think you are ready lad" The MuscleGod said. A stream of saliva fell from his mouth and fell of the young man's face, "Follow me" A few minutes later both men were naked in the manager's office."I know what you want to do lad. Don't let me stop you" The young man fell to his knees and began to lick the top of the MuscleGod's feet, as he did MuscleGod dropped his jockstrap on the floor. "Sniff it lad" The young man still in a supplicants position moved his head and placed his face in the sweaty material. The squeal of pleasure a sign that he was now fully within MuscleGod's control. "Thank You Boss, you smell great"
"Kneel lad" the young man got into position. MuscleGod lifted up the jock and shoved it inside the young man's mouth, and began to slowly stroke his dick. "Wank yourself lad but don't you dare cum" Over the next twenty minutes the two were proceeded to wank themselves, the young man eyes looking directly into MuscleGod, desperate to look away but unable to break from the older man's gaze.
Unable to speak the young man listened as MuscleGod addressed him. "You like this body don't you? You want to worship it. You want to show me how Perfect you think I am, and you would be right I'm Perfect. Don't you agree? Look at you weak, you are weak and pathetic, just sitting there playing with a limp dick desperate to cum, unable to speak" "You want to touch me, smell me taste me. Don't you?"
He leant forward and slapped the young man's face. "Don't you?" The young man nodded."Move closer, not touching but smell me. The young man shuffled forward, and inhaled. The scent made the dick in his hand harden. He continued to inhale the aroma until MuscleGod tired of such behaviour told him to stay still and watch. He stood yo , towering over his new disciple"Described me lad?" In his daze young man reeled off a range of adjectives, praising the man who sat before him.
The MuscleGod glowed as his praises were sung. He'd heard every one before, he'd used everyone before himself he was after all perfect. After another thirty minutes the MuscleGod was now ready to come he grabbed the young mans head and pushed it on to his dick. "You'll enjoy this?" He felt sorry for the young man as he wouldn't get the pleasure of properly worshiping his dick as a huge wedge of cum almost filled his mouth. The MuscleGod watched as the young man swallowed his cum, and smiled as some of it dribbled down his chin.
In a daze the young man mumbled almost incoherently. "Delicious Boss Thank You Boss"
That's enough, now fuck off. As the young man left the room MuscleGod knew that the young man wold either never enter the gym again, or be eager to serve MuscleGod that he'd all but give up everything else to be there in the hope of just catching a glimpse of the perfect body that it would forever hope it would get to submit to again
A minute or so later a knock on the door, another man walked in the gym manager. MuscleGod had trained and taken control of him many years earlier when he was a Personal Trainer. MuscleGod's dick was still hard. The manager was soon on his knees worshipping. As his head slid back and fore over the dick his hands moved over the leg muscles. He looked up, the two men's eyes' met The MuscleGod's stared intently, the manager moved back and just said "Yes Boss"
He stood up and moved to a couch in the corner of the room, he sat down. MuscleGod walked over and lifted the managers legs. "Go on then. Ask me" "Fuck me Boss" MuscleGod had all the permission he needed and before long the room was filled with the manager's squeals begging to be filled by the MuscleGod's cum. A plea that would be answered eventually
Elsewhere the slave was in its knees. Master MuscleGod was due home in the next half hour. It was expected that it would be waiting ready to greet him. Waiting he went though his mantra. It had been part of his worship of MuscleGod for approaching a year .A year of not just being a sub who would on occasionally serve in the back yards of leather bars but a true slave who was now devoted to the worship of his Master. It was going through the Mantra when MuscleGod walked in.
"Glorious, most powerful MuscleGod, your slave is ready. "
"As you should slave" The scent of MuscleGod's work out filled his nostrils, as it pressed its face against its Master's groin in inhaled the strong mix of musk, testosterone and recently discharged cum. Master and slave both knew that there was more to come. MuscleGod dropped his shorts, his dick now in the slave's face. It needed a quick clean before the next task began.
Slave crawled behind MuscleGod into the heart of the studio, the lights were at their optimum brightness, wherever he looked the MuscleGod could see his perfection. He flexed his biceps and watched as his slave grained in delight. He teasingly reached down to the slaves groin, and squeezed its balls before tracing his thumb over the opening of the cage. He lifted it to the slave's mouth. "Eat that. The product of how much control I have over you."
The slave sucked at the thumb, before it came to its senses. "Ready Master"
The slave picked up a measuring tape. It was time to measure the MuscleGod to check on how the growth. This had been a daily ritual for the last four months. Every single muscle was measured, in every configuration of mandatory and non-mandatory poses. MuscleGod would call out a pose the slave would measure and announce the result, and how much bigger it was from the previous day. The slave was expected to remember each of these of by heart, they would be noted down but it would be expected to remember them and recite them off by the next day. There were four separate figures for a single bicep, five for a calf. This ritual would take up much of the next hour.
MuscleGod liked to test his slave's memory, and demand that it tell him the measurement on a specific date. Each measurement for every single day was etched into the slaves brain. As well as taking care of his Master's physical well being through physical worship, it was also expected to take care of the ego, and what better way that to be able to automatically announce how much Master MuscleGod had grown right down to the nearest millimetre.
After the measuring MuscleGod took the notebook off the slave and picked a random date. The slave was expected to recite each measurement taken on the chosen day. MuscleGod would mentally take note o how many of these were correct and by how many millimetres the slave was out. Today the slave had somehow managed to get ten of the measurements wrong each one underestimating the MuscleGod's size. This meant punishment but the slave had to beg for it to show it understood why.
But first the MuscleGod had to get ready. "Start chanting lad"
The slave closed its eyes and began to chant. "My great powerful ever growing MuscleGod. All powerful, all controlling, victorious and triumphant. I worship you, I submit to you , I'm owned by you" Over and over and over. It only stopped speaking when a gloved hand covered its mouth and pulled its head back. Above him towered the MuscleGod, transformed into the perfect Leatherman.
A cloud of cigar smoke filled its lungs. "Great MuscleGod, Powerful muscle god, growing MuscleGod, perfect MuscleGod
The grip on teahead was relaxed and the slave was pushed onto the floor. Looking up he could see his Master in boots, Leather chaps which showed off the muscular thighs gloves and a Muir cap, the freshly lit cigar clasped in his mouth and a riding crop in his right hand. "Ready for the punishment"
"Master, the slave is sorry. The MuscleGod's measurements are ingrained on its brain. It is feeble and weak-minded to forget. Your growth Master is phenomenal, your power over it is unceasing. Save is ready ."
The slave began to lick his masters boots. The taste of leather further weakened it. As the MuscleGod increased in power above the slave the need to submit increased. "MuscleGod above all, MuscleGod above all MuscleGod above all."
As the slave licked his boots the MuscleGod looked in the mirror and flexed. "Lat spread, Side chest, front double bicep, Most Muscular" The slave groaned under neath, it groaned even more as he heard the slap of the riding crop against his Master's Gauntlet covered hand.
The first whack made contact, the slave's mouth did not leave the MuscleGod's boot. Resigned to and accepting of its punishment it knew it had to continue to worship its Master. The beating continued for the next fifteen minutes. Interrupted only for the MuscleGod to look at himself in the mirror for a period of self worship. What better way was there to confirm his power than to have a slave grovel and sob whilst worshipping at his feet.
Eventually MuscleGod ceased the beating."Get up here and thank me" It was time for the physical worship to begin in earnest, no measurements just the slave s hands gently moving over his Master's muscular body. Some cum dripped from the slave's cage. The MuscleGod smiled, knowing that by early evening he would have fed his own to the slave twice over, and if it was really lucky it might even get to wash it down with piss. The slave's thoughts however were just how great his MuscleGod's body was.