I hear a commotion coming from the other side of the gym as I walk toward the locker room after my workout. I stop in shock as I come across the source of the disturbance- a six foot seven god of muscle strides confidently into the center of the gym, wearing not even a jockstrap to cover his enormous quivering member. I hear several people call out, telling him to put some clothes on, but I, like most of the stud’s audience, stand in captivated silence. He stops in the center, smirking as he takes in the jeers from the others in the facility. He speaks in a deep, booming tone that seems to come from everywhere at once
“SIIIILENCEE!”
Everyone freezes, even the music overhead seems to stop in obeisance to his command.
He smirks, and laughs a hearty masculine laugh, clearly amused at his own show of power. He raises his arms and begins to flex his powerful muscles, his body appearing to grow before us, as he eyes every man in the room hungrily, knowing that we are within his domain. I feel my cock stirring in my briefs as his eyes pass over me, his gaze lingering just long enough to communicate that the next show of power is for my benefit.
He rears his head back and lets loose a powerful belch, that seems to radiate outward from him, shaking the floor and swinging the lights, weights start falling off of racks as he sustains it for almost twenty seconds, before abruptly closing his mouth.
Around the room, men are getting up off of the floor or searching frantically for the exit, while our god makes his new proclamation
“You shall all be my servants, obey me now, and you shall be exalted, perhaps even become my favorite pet-“ he says this while again, searching me up and down, as I gently graze my thickening rod in my shorts. A tug in my stomach is pulling me toward him. “Those who resist, however, will be made examples of.”
At this panic has broken out in a tidal wave as people scramble for the door. But again, he chuckles and shakes his head, knowing this was the outcome. This time, he squats low and concentrates.
This rumble shakes the earth to its core. He farts long and gloriously, each wave of the overwhelming stench bowling over me as I feel his power invading my nostrils, wiping out all of my self control and programming me into his puppet. I fight my way through his foul whirlwind, arriving at his feet so that I may worship them, as those who still struggle against it are finally taken by his fog of manly desire.
After a full two minutes, the entire facility is filled to the brim with his stench, and he stands fully, letting loose another quick belch, raising his knee to expel the last of his gas, and lifting his arm up so that I may grace my tongue with the taste of his sweat filled hairy armpit, taking my head in his hand and pressing me in even further, as I run my hands over the rest of his body, feeling his tight, powerful ass, his firm and juicy pecs, and his meaty meaty thighs.
He gently raises me above the crowd of his subjects, every man in the gym now under his dominion, and announces
“Today I become your lord, your emperor, your God! Worship me and do my bidding, embrace the salvation of my manly being!”
As he flexes one arm, he uses the other to quickly run down my full erect cock, making me orgasm all over the hungry waiting crowd, pulling me down to say:
“You shall be my first consort. I am your King, and I shall give you pleasure beyond imagination”
I nod blissfully as he places my head on the cushion of his chair
“Yes my king, I shall be a devoted husband”
He smirks at me from on high
“Yes, I am sure you will”
He sits his full weight on me, the massive globes of his ass totally enveloping my head, as he blasts me with wave after wave of his divine stink.
“Long”
PFFFLLLLLTT
“Live”
BLURRRRTTT
“The King”
PPPPFFLUUUUUURRBBBTTTTT
