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Executive Order No. 001

Issued by President Cigar Daddy

Date: January 20, 2025

Subject: Absolute Devotion to the Presidency of Strength, Masculinity, and Dominance

By the absolute authority vested in me as President, I hereby decree the following with full dominance and clarity of purpose. This nation shall recognize its leader not only as its Commander-in-Chief but as its ultimate symbol of masculinity, power, and dominance. To all loyal subjects who crave strength and the firm hand of a cigar master, your role in my administration is hereby defined.

1. Reverence for Presidential Authority

My authority is final and unquestionable. Devotion to me is not optional but a sacred duty. Every citizen who acknowledges my superiority will submit fully, demonstrating their loyalty through acts of obedience, respect, and unwavering admiration. You exist to serve, to please, and to fulfill my demands without hesitation.

2. Cigar as the Supreme Symbol

The cigar, ever-present in my hand or clenched between my teeth, represents the essence of my authority and dominance. Its smoke shall mark my presence, and its scent will serve as a reminder of my power. Those who are granted the privilege to kneel in my presence will worship this symbol with the reverence it commands.

3. Tasks of Submission and Service

To my devoted subjects: your duty is to be ready at all times to please your President. When summoned, you will kneel without question, your eyes lowered in respect. You will perform every task demanded of you, whether to satisfy my pleasure or to affirm your loyalty. Acts of deep, intimate service are expected and will be performed with enthusiasm and devotion.

4. Readiness and Availability

My loyal servants will remain prepared at all times, day or night. You will present yourselves clean, eager, and submissive, ready to serve your President. When I summon you, you will arrive promptly and follow every command, no matter how personal or demanding.

5. Total Submission to My Dominance

As your President and Master, my authority over you is total. You will respect my position as your dominant cigar daddy, and you will crave the privilege of serving me. Your devotion is to be shown through acts of worship, your hunger to please, and your ability to perform every task demanded of you with precision and eagerness.

6. Absolute Discretion

You will not speak of your service to anyone, under any circumstances. My identity, my desires, and the acts you perform are for my pleasure alone. Any breach of this trust will result in dire consequences. My wrath is as uncompromising as my dominance.

7. Privileges of Service

For those who prove their devotion, you will be rewarded with the rare privilege of pleasing your President. To kneel before me, to serve me, to inhale the rich smoke of my cigar as I guide you—is an honor that must be earned through unwavering obedience and flawless service.

8. Consequences for Defiance

Disobedience, hesitation, or failure to meet my expectations will not be tolerated. My punishments will be swift and severe, ensuring that you understand the gravity of your role in my administration. Loyalty is mandatory, and any betrayal will be met with the full force of my authority.

9. Eternal Obedience

This decree stands as the foundation of my presidency. Your devotion to me, your cigar daddy and master, will remain your highest calling. Through your service, you will find purpose, fulfillment, and the privilege of pleasing the ultimate authority.

Let this order serve as a reminder of who I am: your President, your Master, your ultimate source of dominance. To serve me is your honor; to please me is your purpose. I demand your absolute submission, your undivided loyalty, and your complete readiness to serve. Kneel, obey, and worship as commanded.

Signed,

President Cigar Daddy

Master of the Nation, Commander of Loyalty, Keeper of Obedience

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"In the Company of Titans: The Ritual of Power"

Reginald stood tall and imperious, his portly frame wrapped in a perfectly tailored pinstripe suit. His bald head gleamed faintly in the firelight, his thick white mustache a defining feature of his stern, commanding visage. Between his fingers rested a large cigar, the dark wrapper glistening with oils, its ember a glowing reminder of the power he held in every aspect of his life. The smoke curled lazily around him, filling the room with a rich, earthy aroma, an invisible crown marking him as the undisputed master of this space.

Before him, on his knees, was Edward—a young man whose ambition and hunger for approval were palpable. Edward’s lean form contrasted sharply with Reginald’s broad silhouette. His fine suit, though well-fitted, lacked the weight of history and command that Thorpe’s carried. He was here to prove himself, to submit to the authority of the man who had made and broken others with nothing more than his words and his will.

Reginald took a long, deliberate drag from his cigar, cheeks hollowing as he inhaled deeply. The ember flared, illuminating his face in a fiery glow. He let the smoke linger in his lungs before exhaling slowly, a cloud of rich tobacco wafting down toward Edward. The younger man inhaled it reflexively, his throat tightening as the scent wrapped around him. He didn’t just smell it—he felt it, a physical manifestation of the older man’s dominance.

“You understand why you’re here, don’t you, boy?” Reginald’s voice was low, gravelly, carrying the weight of decades of command. It wasn’t a question. It was a challenge.

Edward nodded, his gaze flicking upward to meet the Commodore’s piercing eyes. “Yes, sir,” he said, his voice steady despite the storm of nerves roiling in his chest.

Reginald’s lips curled into a faint smirk, his mustache twitching. “Good. Then you know this isn’t about you. It’s about me. About your place beneath me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Edward repeated, his voice quieter now, weighted with the understanding of what was to come.

“Show me,” Reginald said, his tone firm, final. He tapped ash from the cigar into a crystal tray and gestured downward. “Let’s see if you’re worthy.”

Edward shifted forward on his knees, his pulse hammering in his ears. The soft carpet cushioned his movements, but it was the weight of Reginald’s gaze that made him feel the most exposed. The Commodore took another drag from the cigar, blowing smoke directly down at the young man as he undid the buttons of his trousers with measured precision. The sound of the zipper echoed in the quiet room, and Edward’s breath caught as the older man freed himself.

Reginald’s cock was massive, thick and uncut, the foreskin still partially covering the broad, flushed head. It hung heavy, veined, exuding an aura of authority that matched its owner. Edward stared, his mouth dry and his body trembling with anticipation and a hint of fear. He’d never seen anything like it. This wasn’t just a cock; it was a symbol of power, something to be revered and obeyed.

“Open your mouth,” Reginald commanded, his voice a deep rumble. Edward obeyed without hesitation, his lips parting, his tongue flicking out to meet the head of the older man’s cock. The taste of salt and musk hit his senses, overwhelming and intoxicating. He moaned softly, closing his lips around the tip.

Reginald let out a quiet grunt, his free hand settling heavily on the back of Edward’s head. “That’s it,” he murmured, cigar still balanced between his fingers. “Take it in, boy. Feel the weight of it. Learn your place.”

Edward’s jaw stretched as he worked to take more of the thick shaft, his tongue pressing against the underside, tracing every ridge and vein. He gagged slightly as the head brushed the back of his throat, but Reginald held him firm, his fingers tightening in Edward’s hair.

“Relax,” the Commodore instructed, his voice calm but commanding. “Breathe through your nose. You’re mine now, boy. Your throat belongs to me.”

Edward did as he was told, inhaling through his nose, the scent of cigar smoke mingling with the earthy musk of the older man’s arousal. It filled him, surrounded him, claimed him. Reginald began to move his hips, slowly at first, his cock sliding in and out of Edward’s mouth in long, deliberate strokes. Each thrust pushed deeper, testing the limits of the younger man’s throat.

“You’re doing well,” Reginald murmured, smoke curling from his lips as he spoke. “But I’m not here to coddle you. Open wider. Let me in.”

Edward moaned around the cock filling his mouth, his eyes watering as Reginald began to thrust harder, faster. The wet sounds of saliva and flesh filled the room, mingling with the crackle of the fire and the steady exhale of cigar smoke. The older man’s belly pressed against Edward’s nose with each deep thrust, the weight and heat of him overwhelming.

“You feel that?” Reginald growled, his voice thick with lust. “That’s power. That’s what you crave, isn’t it? To be used. To serve.”

Edward couldn’t respond, couldn’t nod, but his moans and the way he sucked, eager and desperate, were answer enough. His throat burned, his jaw ached, but he wanted more. He wanted all of it.

Reginald’s hand tightened in Edward’s hair, holding him in place as he fucked his face with growing intensity. The cigar bobbed between his lips, the ember flaring with each inhale. “Good boy,” he groaned. “Take it all. Let me hear you choke on it.”

Tears streamed down Edward’s face as the thick shaft drove deeper, filling his throat completely. He gagged, his body fighting the intrusion, but he didn’t pull away. He surrendered, letting Reginald take everything he wanted.

The Commodore’s breathing grew heavier, his thrusts erratic. “I’m close, boy,” he rumbled. “And you’re going to swallow every fucking drop. Understand?”

Edward moaned, his throat constricting around the cock buried in it. Reginald groaned, his hips jerking forward as he came, hot spurts of cum flooding Edward’s mouth and throat. Edward swallowed reflexively, the salty warmth coating his tongue, filling him. The older man held him there, his cock throbbing as the last pulses of release spilled into the young man’s eager mouth.

Finally, Reginald pulled back, his cock sliding free with a wet pop. Edward gasped for air, his lips swollen and his face flushed. The Commodore stroked himself once more, letting a final bead of cum fall onto Edward’s tongue.

“Good boy,” he said, his voice softening but no less commanding. He tucked himself away, adjusting his trousers with the same precision he brought to everything. Edward remained on his knees, chest heaving, the taste of Reginald still heavy on his tongue.

“You’ve proven yourself,” the older man said, taking one last draw from his cigar before stubbing it out in a nearby tray. “Now get up. We’ve only just begun.”

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