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The MuscleGod entered the bar three steps behind he was followed by the slave.MuscleGod turned and looked at the slave and then looked at the floor. It took a few seconds but slave soon realised that he was expected to be kneeling. "Remember your place lad." MuscleGod rubbed his crotch. "Unless I say so your focus tonight will be between here and the floor."
He smiled and pressed the slave's head against his leg. Slave turned slightly and inhaled and kissed his Master's leather covered muscular thigh. "If you are required to move you will crawl. Understood?" The slave nodded its face still pressed hard against his Master's leg
"Good"
MuscleGod walked to the bar the slave crawled after him, it wasn't too busy but navigating between a dozen or so pairs of legs was still difficult as distracting as the sea of leather trousers and gleaming boots were the slave's eyes were firmly fixed on his Master.
Drink ordered the journey away from the bar to the smoking area, meant more navigating. "Come on hurry up" MuscleGod said with an impatient tone."These men will be using you soon enough, now come on"
It was relatively quiet, which meant MuscleGod had the opportunity to pick the best spot. He picked up his beer and took a mouthful, he then took a second and moved closer to the slave. The slave opened its mouth and allowed the beer to transfer into his own mouth. It would be the first gift he would receive that night. The slave looked up at MuscleGod as he lit his cigar. The flames from the lighter lit up his Master's face, and he could not help thank how fortunate he was to be allowed worship such a perfect man.
The slave stayed in position as MuscleGod relaxed and enjoyed his cigar. He acknowledged some of the other leather men as they came in and while they had brief conversations offered his gloved hand to the slave who nuzzled against it inhaling the leather. "You'll get to use it eventually" As he said that the slave felt the sharp sting of a riding crop on his butt. "You'll like that won't you " MuscleGod ruffled the slave hair.
MuscleGod exhaled some cigar smoke and lifted his leg onto a wooden crate. He tapped his boot with a riding crop It was time for the slave to start worshipping his Master. Slave moved to lick where b his Master had just tapped. For now it was a case of obeying the whim of his Master, moving quickly from heat to toe to calf to the front of the shaft. This went on for sometime until MuscleGod laughed and just sat back and watched as the slave worshipped his boot in his own way. Full of deference it slowly began at the tip of the toe, a dribble of slave spit falling on to the leather, a dribble that soon turned into a healing wet patch a sign of a tongue that was designed to serve.
As he licked the leather the slave inhaled and savoured the taste of leather, it was a boot that it had worshipped and licked on numerous occasions. "Harder lad, I want to feel it " the slave increased his intensity of effort longer, harder wetter tongue strokes.
"Need help in encouraging it" a familiar voice. There was no answer but the swift application of three strokes of a riding crop made the slave aware that the answer had been yes. His head was pushed down further into his Master's boot he built up a ball of saliva which as soon as the grip on his head was relaxed he let loose over the leather. "Ok Boy make sure you keep that up or up or get another beating" Three more strokes of the riding crop.
"Well done lad lick those boots, show me how much they mean to you"
The slave was deep in worship, these boots now in control, it had to show them as much devotion as it did its Master's muscles.
"Come here lad" The slave lifted itself up from the boots and approached MuscleGod. a cloud of smoke obscured, it adopted its kneeling position and looked up, he would never not be in awe of the power of his Master, MuscleGod removed the cigar from his mouth a released a stream of spit, the slave moved quickly to ensure that none of it was wasted. It was his second gift of the night.
The MuscleGod looked at his cigar, there was a significant ball of ash not at the end. "Ready?" The slave nodded and moved closer. Smiling, it closed its eyes and opened its mouth. Its head was pulled back by a nearby Leatherman as the ash was dropped into its mouth. All the slave could see were two face obscured by Muir caps looking down at it, their breath heavy with the smell of cigar.
"Can I?" Another ball of ash was dropped in followed by some spit. The slave's head was pushed into an upright position, it moved its eyes upwards and looked at its Master. It took a few seconds but eventually a nod came. The slave swallowed the ash, "Thank you Master, Thank you Sir" Another whack of the riding crop and it was again just slave and Master, The slave's eyes widened as it looked in adoration of the perfect leather clad man that towered above it. Another nod from the MuscleGod's head and the slave lowered its head waiting for the next instruction
For the next half hour slave knelt there in science head down looking at MuscleGod's boots salivating at the thought of worshipping them again.
Under its breath it recited its mantra. MuscleGod rested his right hand on the slave's head. Covered in his best leather gauntlet. The feeling of leather against the slave's skin strengthened the bond between Master and property. "Head up and mouth open" The slave's mouth was filled with ash. Silently accepting its position as its Master's object the slave smiled to signify gratitude before lowering its head again.
MuscleGod was for the most part deep in conversation with other leathermen, each one the slave's superior. The slave's brain was taken upon with three activities, concentrating on his Master's boots, reciting the mantra and listening out for the next order. The rest of the conversation that went above it was almost a foreign language.
"Ok five minutes" MuscleGod removed his hand , and lifted the slaves head up by the chin. "Go with him, obey him as you would obey me" The slave looked up, a leatherman was looking down at him sternly. "Looks if you are mine for a while. Get over there" The slave remained on its knees and crawled over to the corner where it had been directed.
"I'm too lazy to go the toilet for a piss, so I'm doing with second best that throat of yours. Open up" He removed his dick from its leather trousers and forced it down the slaves throat. The slave swallowed knowing that failing to swallow each drop could be seeing as disrespecting his Master. As the piss continued to enter his mouth and throat it saw his Master loom over the shoulder of the leather. "Is it doing a good job" "Acceptable" laughed he leatherman. "It better be better than acceptable.Enjoying that lad." The slave looked at his Master and with his eyes made clear that he was.
"In which case I think you can stay here for another fifteen minutes, whilst I'm at the bar you can be the urinal for these fine men" As the leatherman's dick slid out of his mouth, he stepped back to reveal that there were another two men standing in line.
"Are you Ok with that?" It was a rhetorical question, if MuscleGod was happy with his slave acting as a urinal, the slave was happy to act as one "My great powerful Musclegod I'm owned by you.I obey you " The slave remained kneeling its mouth open waiting for the next load of piss. It swallowed each load obediently savouring each drop, but it knew that none of these tasted as good as its Master the MuscleGod's own. As the final drop landed on his tongue he quietly prayed that he would get to drink it soon.
The slave's wish was soon granted, MuscleGod reappeared. "After all that piss I bet you are desperate for mine now aren't you."
" Yes Master." " Unzip me then" the slave reached up and unzipped his Master's leather trousers, his dick soon was in view. It was as perfect and as powerful as ever. The slave looked up. MuscleGod was giving it permission to approach and swallow.
As the piss fell down its throat the slave said a quiet prayer of thanks. The MuscleGod smiled as its piss engorged dick emptied into the slaves throat. As it softens MuscleGod left his dick in the throat as the final drops were swallowed he wasn't going to waste any it tonight. His third gift of the night. As it softened He addressed the slave.
"Bootlicker, ashtray, urinal, you've done well tonight lad" The slave was initially hesitant that this meant that he would no longer be required that night. "But there's room for improvement before closing time."
"Stand." He opened the slaves mouth and inserted two fingers. "Show me how much more you can do tonight." The slave rose on its feet as it began to suck on the two leather covered digits tasting MuscleGod's numerous cigars. As MuscleGod slid in the fingers slave pulled himself closer his arms around his Master's muscular body. A muscular body that was still noticeable under a layer pf leather. Eye contact maintained throughout the MuscleGod was determined to see the slave's devotion as it gagged and gurgled.
"I control you, I dominate you, I rule you , I own you. Don't I? You adore me, you submit to me you obey me Don't you?"
The slave looked up at its Master's eyes. As the fingers slid out it responded with "Yes you are my all powerful MuscleGod" as it did cigar smoke infused spit hit it in the face it groaned "Thank you Master" The slave's hand absentmindedly moved down to Musclegod's crotch, Master and slave knew the reason why.
Not yet lad, Musclegod grabbed the slave by the throat and pushed it against the wall, his breath was heavy with the scent of cigars, he moved his face closer, his eyes now wide open. His lips made contact with the slave's the slave opened them knowing what was next another ball of spit hit the back of the throat, It wanted to say thank you but the strength of his Masters grip meant he couldn't say a word, His Master moved back whilst maintaining the solid grip. A huge grin spread across his face.
He could see the slave' adoration, the willingness to submit. It was almost time for its reward, Well aware that the smoking area was now busy MuscleGod took advantage of an audience He turned the slave around, and unzipped its trousers, before pulling them down, The slave felt some spit drip down the crack of his cheek, quickly followed by his Master's hard dick. MuscleGod began to fuck, slowly at first then hard and fast as he did ash fell on the back of the slave's neck. The area began to fill with the noise MuscleGod's triumphant grunts as he thrust into his slave's hole and the slave grunts of gratitude grunts which punctuated his mantra. Finally MuscleGod filled his slave with his cum, his fourth gift of the night. MuscleGod withdrew and forced the slave back on its knees, it was reciting the mantra. "My great powerful ever growing MuscleGod, I submit to you" before it took his Masters dick in its mouth to show its final act of devotion of the night