#muscle slave

[leatherandbeards]

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[aimuscle]

Your muscle slave.

[sexystudwrestler]

Q. Does sir approve of this outfit? A. Um.. yeah thinking that'll do..

[cody-zain]

**Title: The Ritual of Strength**

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Omega awoke to the soft chime of his morning alarm, signaling the start of another meticulously structured day dedicated to serving Master. The bedroom, dimly lit, held a sense of tranquility that contrasted sharply with the rigorous discipline awaiting him. Today was Leg Day, and Omega felt a blend of anticipation and solemn duty as he prepared to face the demands of his morning routine.

Rising from his cot, Omega felt the cool air against his exposed skin, a stark reminder of the simplicity and purity of his existence. His slave collar, ID tag, and chastity device were ever-present symbols of his submission. The latex suit he would wear until bedtime lay neatly folded beside the cot, waiting to encase him after his workout.

Omega moved through the quiet hallway to the private gym Master had so generously prepared for him. The room was a sanctuary, with exercise equipment meticulously arranged, each piece awaiting his disciplined touch. Omega felt a surge of gratitude for this opportunity to build his body for Master’s pleasure and approval.

He began his session with a thorough warm-up, performing dynamic stretches to prepare his muscles. Lunges, high knees, and leg swings increased his heart rate, awakening his body to the rigorous exercise ahead and ensuring he was ready.

With his warm-up complete, Omega approached the squat rack, the cornerstone of his Leg Day routine. He loaded the barbell with consistent precision, mindful of maintaining perfect form to avoid injury. Positioning himself beneath the bar, he felt the reassuring weight settle across his shoulders.

Lowering himself into a squat, his thighs parallel to the floor, Omega then drove upward with controlled power, engaging every muscle in his legs and glutes. The repetitive motion became almost meditative, each squat reinforcing his physical and mental strength. Three sets of twelve squats left his muscles burning, the sensation adding to his focus and determination.

Next, Omega moved to the leg press machine. Aligning his feet on the platform, he pushed against the machine’s resistance with steady control. The repetition of pressing and releasing worked more deeply into his muscles. Three sets of ten reps challenged his endurance and sculpted his legs further.

Following the leg press, Omega picked up a set of dumbbells for lunges. With a weight in each hand, he stepped forward, lowering his back knee towards the ground. Alternating legs, he performed three sets of twelve reps for each leg, feeling the intense burn in his quadriceps and glutes.

The Romanian deadlift was next on his agenda. Omega grasped a barbell, maintaining a slight bend in his knees and a straight back. Hinging at the hips, he lowered the barbell and raised it back up, each lift engaging his core and glutes. Three sets of ten reps added to the rigorous exertion.

Calf raises followed, essential for building the lower parts of his legs. Holding a dumbbell in each hand, Omega stood with the balls of his feet on an elevated platform, lifting his heels as high as possible before slowly lowering them back down. Three sets of fifteen reps deepened the engagement of his calf muscles.

Finishing his routine, Omega used a resistance band for lateral band walks, wrapping it around his thighs. Each step stretched the band, adding tension to his hip abductors and glute muscles. Three sets of twenty steps in each direction concluded his workout, leaving his muscles strained but strengthened.

Panting slightly, sweat glistening on his skin, Omega paused to catch his breath. The gym was now silent, save for the steady rhythm of his breathing. His muscles ached with a satisfying fatigue, a testament to his dedication and discipline.

With the workout complete, Omega headed to the shower. In keeping with his subservient status, only cool or lukewarm water was available, a daily reminder of his role and the comforts he had relinquished. As he stepped under the cool spray, he embraced the chill, letting it wash away the sweat and fatigue from his exertions.

Once refreshed, Omega dried off and began donning his latex suit, each piece clinging to his sculpted body, molded by the morning’s rigorous workout. The latex hugged every contour of his muscles, a second skin that reminded him of his continuous submission. The final piece was the latex hood, enveloping his head and sealing him into his uniform of obedience.

But today, there was an additional element to his attire—a helmet designed to make him look like an android. Omega secured the helmet over his latex-covered head, transforming his appearance into that of a futuristic servant, an embodiment of mechanical precision and unwavering dedication.

With his appearances complete, Omega made his way to Master’s chamber. As he entered, he knelt, his gaze lowered in a show of respect and submission. Today, he was to be funnel-fed his morning sustenance—a ritual that had become both a necessity for his nourishment and a symbol of his utter dependence on Master.

Master approached, holding the funnel connected to a long, flexible tube. The sight of it stirred a mixture of emotions in Omega—apprehension, acceptance, and a deep yearning to please. Master attached the tube to an opening in Omega’s helmet, and the bland, high-protein mush began to flow.

“Morning sustenance is crucial, Omega,” Master’s voice resonated, calm yet authoritative. “Embrace it as part of your submission.”

Omega swallowed the mush, each gulp reinforcing his dedication. The taste was nonexistent, a stark contrast to the flavorful foods of his past, but it served its purpose. It was sustenance, pure and simple, designed to maintain and build the body Omega diligently worked on.

Master watched with approval as Omega consumed the mush, noting the disciplined way he accepted his nourishment. “You have done well, Omega. Your morning workout and nourishment show your unwavering commitment.”

“Thank you, Master. It is my purpose to serve and obey,” Omega replied, his voice steady despite the remnants of the mush still flowing through the tube.

Once the feeding was complete, Master disconnected the tube and stepped back, surveying Omega with a sense of satisfaction. The morning ritual, from the intense workout to the structured feeding, had reinforced the bond of control and submission between them.

“You are ready for the day, Omega,” Master declared. “Remember, everything you do is a reflection of your dedication to me. Let your actions speak of your unwavering loyalty.”

“Yes, Master. I will serve and obey with all my being,” Omega affirmed, feeling a deep sense of purpose solidify within him.

As Omega rose to begin his daily tasks, the exertion from his workout and the satisfaction of his nourishment fused into a powerful drive. Each action, every movement, was a testament to his submission and dedication. The cool shower, the rigorous exercises, and the morning sustenance were not mere routines—they were rituals that defined his existence.

In his transformed state, Omega moved with mechanical precision, the helmet enhancing his appearance as Master’s obedient and disciplined servant. His body, strengthened and conditioned through relentless effort, stood as a monument to his resolve.

Throughout the day, Omega’s thoughts remained focused on his purpose. The memory of the morning workout, the chill of the shower, and the taste of the nutrient mush lingered, reinforcing his role. He embraced each task with unwavering dedication, knowing that every moment was in service to Master.

Omega’s life, stripped of former comforts and redefined through discipline, had become a testament to his submission. The rituals of his day—from the rigorous exercises to the structured feedings—were expressions of his ultimate devotion. And in that devotion, he found a sense of fulfillment and contentment, knowing that his every action pleased Master and solidified his place in this carefully crafted world of control and obedience.

As the day drew to a close, Omega would once again return to his cot, reflect on the day’s activities, and prepare for the next. The cycle of discipline and devotion was continuous, a never-ending testament to his purpose—serving Master with unwavering loyalty and dedication.

[notmuchtoconceal]

Delineate at length the degree to which you wish to join him, lil muscle dummy

[leekeyrouz]

[mattbluffleather]

Meet you in full leather on the street these days..?

[jjjvd]

How I like to take naps

[archer-vale]

[leatherandbeards]

[leatheredge]

Whenever I hear anyone arguing for slavery, I feel a strong impulse to see it tried on him personally

[heknewwhoyoureallyare]

A cute innocent little fag is making a Tiktok video:

Suddenly someone slide into his dm.

Stranger: Hey.

Fag: hEy!!!

Stranger: I like the way you dance.

Fag: ✨tHanK yOu✨

Stranger: Wanna meet up?

Fag: hUh? To dO WhAt?

Stranger: To FUCK for HOURS of course!

Fag: bUT I dOnT KnOw Who YoU Are?

Before the fag could check the stranger’s profile the uknown person already send him this photo:

Hot Alpha: This is what I look like, now are you still telling me you don’t want to Fuck for Hours with me?!

The Fag starting to feel a strange feeling in his body.

Suddenly the Hot Alpha send him another pic again:

Hot Alpha: Come on, I’m horny. Come and touch this body princess?

Fag: OkaY sEnD mE YouR AddrES.

The Fag then hurrily take an uber and go to the Hot Alpha place. When he went there, he found out that the place is dark and deserted, he started to think that this must be some kind of a cruel prank, he feel a little annoyed until someone cover his face with a sleeping drug in a handkerchief from behind and take his body away.

A couple of hours later:

Fag: (being gagged) Mhhh Mhhhh Mhhhh

Hot Alpha: Okay Boys I caught myself a slutty faggot for us to use and enjoyed for this whole yacht party. Are you guys ready?

The Boys: Were Ready!

Hot Alpha: Are you ready faggot?

Faggot: MhhhHHH MHhhh Hhhhmmm

Hot Alpha: I’m sorry that was a joke! I don’t care what you think!

Hours and hours of non stop rough fucking and crying later:

Hot Bro: Bro! That was so much fun! Thanks for throwing this party man!

Hot Alpha: Thx Bro. Thank you for coming!

Hot Bro: What are you gonna do with the faggot Bro?

Hot Alpha: I don’t know Man, it depends, if he perform really well I think I might keep him, if he doesn’t, Ill kill the bitch and leave his body somewhere else. I think his family already disown him.

Hot Bro: What if the cops found out?

Hot Alpha: Bro some of our friends are cops!

Hot Bro: Alright Bro take care!

Hot Alpha: Aight take care!

[andropill]

Brutality is what elevate other men from weak ones. Conquering weak men is an easy feat for those who have the means of throwing away their humanity and accepting the Godliness title they deserve.

Take weak men and show them how the hierarchy works. Gag them, abuse them, tear them. Show them what a real mans cock can do to a fag hole.

[leekeyrouz]

[mattbluffleather]

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[jjjvd]