The Master's Favorite (musc mc)

I wrote this a couple of years ago. It's really hot to me, and pushes all of my buttons, but I've only had one other person take a look at it, and the feedback was that it is not polished enough and is missing something.

It features muscle, implied mind control, humiliation, and a little bit of piss play.

Please let me know what you think, even if you don't like it.

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The Favorite

An in-depth interview with one of the Master's oldest slaves.

By Matt Frasier

He entered the room almost completely naked. He had nothing on except for roman style sandals, the leather running up his calves like snakes. He was, to understate it, big. That is not to say fat. He was most definitely not fat.

Months ago, before the great change, this was not the type of guy I would have gone for. His body was too perfect, his muscles too large. His face showed his complete confidence in the fact that everyone and anyone would think he was the hottest thing to walk the earth. This arrogance generally made anyone I encountered with it an instant turn-off. Fortunately for this man in particular though, his attitude was well-earned: he is the hottest thing to walk the earth right now.

Actually, that's arguable. What's more hotter, the Master, or the Master's favorite slave? The Master turns me on entirely, like everyone else, but pleasuring the Master also turns me on, and his favorite slave must be good at pleasuring the Master. This quality makes the man in front of me incredibly attractive. And of course, the thought of being pleasured by this man, the man that has been theoretically touched in many different places by the Master, thrills me in ways few other things have before.

So the nitty gritty details. The Master commanded that we take no pictures so I will merely describe this slave with a god's body in front of me. The Master did say that I was free to describe the man in front of me as much as possible. As I said, he's big.

When he entered the room, I got a chance to see his body up close for the first time. What struck me immediately, besides his raw masculinity, was how wide his shoulders and chest were. His pectoral muscles were like basket balls. Giant, round, and very firm. The valley between them was deep and dark, making the muscles of his chest appear even larger. And he was lightly covered with dark hair, trimmed short and evenly distributed all over his huge breast muscles. His nipples were just right, pointing slightly down and away from his body. Not too long, but pert and small.

He was basically hairless but for the hair gently covering his mammoth chest, groin and under his arms.

His incredible pectorals had a large valley separating them from the muscles of his hard, firm shoulder muscles. These were also round and bulge just right, connecting to his unbelievable arms. His right shoulder is covered in beautiful black ink, a japanese kanji tattoo, slightly covering the striations of his muscles.

His arm muscles, like everything else about him, are perfect. Unflexed, they are still quite large. I don't know my arm sizes, but they looked to be bigger than my leg muscles. As he lifted his arm to scratch his stubble, his bicep flexed perfectly, creating a pleasingly large bulge. His bicep had a perfect, thick green vein travelling along it from his elbow, up and over into the crevice between his bicep and his deltoid.

The motion of his arm drew my attention to his face. He had black facial hair, thick and short, except for around his strong jaw line. His stubble made for a deep shadow around his thick neck. He had brown eyes completed by dark black eye brows that were thin and perfectly trimmed. No unibrow was in sight on this man. He had a very short faux-hawk, the sides of his head shaved short until his temples, where it blended until it was about a couple of inches in the center. He appeared to be Italian, from his stubble and dark black hair.

Did I mention his smile yet? He had an amazing smile. Playful and sexy. The small corners of his mouth curled up, hinting at a smirk. He knew that I was studying his every curve and trying to commit as much to memory as possible. I wondered where that mouth had been, how skillful it was, and what the voice that would soon come out of it sounded like.

From his smooth, handsome face, I travelled the line formed by the valley of his chest down to his impossibly small waste and amazing abdominal muscles. They popped, creating more valleys of shadow between each one. They of course flared up into his wide lats. Those muscles, connecting his abs to his back, were even large, firm and hard. And of course, he had an incredible adonis belt, the lines where his giant leg muscles connected to his groin stark against the expance of skin and muscles they separated.

His leg muscles were as giant as the rest of him. Each leg at its thickest point was at least as wide as his relatively tiny waste. His quadriceps were thick and firm, with striations all over. About the only thing small on his legs, again relatively, were his knees. I could see the sides of his calve muscles from the front, and they seemed as big around as his large bicep muscle.

At this point, he cleared his throat slightly, pulling my eyes back up to his devilishly handsome face. His slight smirk had bloomed into an amazingly bright smile. He held his arms out to the side and turned around so that I could examine his back side in detail. Don't worry; I'll get back to the python at his groin in a moment.

His back appeared to be carved out of marble. His spine was one long groove running straight from the back of his neck all the way down to his two globe like glutes, and continuing into the dark, wonderful crevice between. His lat muscles flared out to his sides, and you could almost imagine angelic wings attached to them. His tricep muscles were mostly unflexed, but still shaped like horse shoes. His calve muscles were also like horse shoes. Large, sideways half moons, leading into his giant, long feet.

His ass deserves a bit more description, as it was so perfect and inviting. It was round, much like his beautiful pectoral muscles, but the sides had giant dimples that showed when he flexed them. Which he did for me while I watched. My mouth watered just thinking about how tight those muscles could make things. Had the Master been in there? He must have.

He finished turning, and moved to sit down, still smiling at me, knowing the effect he was having on me. At this point, I got a chance to see his cock once again. Let me tell you, I've never seen a bigger dick before in my life. It was long, hanging three quarters of the way to his knees. And it was so thick. You'd think it would look small next to his giant legs, but it didn't at all. The base was covered in a thick dark forest of neatly trimmed pubic hair. His shaft was uniformly thick, a huge vein like the one on his bicep muscle tracing it's length, and leading into the large mushroom helmet. His slit was even large. And the whole thing was so heavy that it had been swinging gently as he entered the room.

Of course, his leg muscles were so large that they rubbed against each other, pushing his entire package, including his low hanging ball sack, forward, making the whole thing appear even larger. Any pair of pants would have appeared to be wet on him, showing every detail of his cock, hard or soft.

I wondered if he was hard, as it was already quite long. It had to be twelve inches at least. If he wasn't hard, he must be huge when he becomes fully erect. The thought of having that inside me sent chills down my spine. Did the Master take that?

"Am I ok to sit down now?" he asked gently. His deep and so masculine voice asked.

I blushed, and moved to adjust my aching hard cock.

"I'm Trent. Pleased to meet you." He extended his huge right hands towards me. I offered my own, still a little flushed. I quickly gathered my wits, not wanting to waste any time.

"I'm Mark. The pleasure's all mine." He smirked again at this.

"I thought your name was Paul Stevens? We did some research on you, and that's what we found," I asked.

"The Master didn't like the name Paul. He said that I looked more like a Trent to him." At the Master's mention, his cock lengthened slightly, pushing a bit further towards the ground. It was distracting again.

"Oh. That's interesting. Well, Trent, why don't you have a seat and we'll get started?" I motioned to one of the two chairs. He sat down, cupping his package and holding it away from his body as he did. He let it fall once he was settled, and his cock lay draped against his left leg.

"Thank you for joining me today. I'm extremely excited at the opportunity to meet with you and give our readers more information on the favorite slave of the Master."

"I can see that" Trent said, smilling again and nodding at my crotch. I looked down, and noticed that I had a wet spot forming where my insistent cock was still throbbing.

I must have been beat red, but tried to take it in stride. I smiled slightly. "Sorry. It's not every day I get to meet such an amazing looking man, and one that plays such an important role. Can you tell me about yourself? How did you come to look like you do now? I can see why the Master likes you, but were you always like this? How did you achieve your amazing body?"

"Right. Well, I definitely wasn't always like this. I been an amateur body builder for years, so I've been muscular and big for a long time. I've never been this cut, or big, or handsome before though"

"So what changed?"

"The day of the Change, before anyone really understood what had happened, I was sitting at a bus stop waiting to go to work. Do you remember that day? One minute I was sitting there like I always did, the next I suddenly knew that there was someone in the world that deserved all of my attention and devotion. It was the most religious thing I've ever experienced. I just suddenly had this longing to worship someone and do everything I could to please them. It was a little unfocused at first. I knew it was someone in particular, but I didn't know who exactly. Then I saw Him." Trent said.

"You saw the Master on the same day as the Change?" I asked.

"Yes. Like I said, I was sitting at a bus stop, when He walked by. He had three people with him begging him to take them with him and allow them to serve him. He was mostly ignoring them, and the others coming towards him. Everyone that saw him realized who he was and suddenly wanted to throw themselves at him.

He came right up to me, and told everyone to be quiet. Those that were closest stopped and fell to their knees, silently worshipping him. New people that came while he stood followed suit. I was too dumb founded to do anything. I mean, here the Master was staring right at me. I was so startled to be in front of this most amazing person that I panicked.

When it finally hit me, I stammered 'Master, how can I serve you?'

'Stand and flex your arms for me' he confidently ordered me.

I did, and he felt my arms. He then lifted up my shirt and looked at my abs. He asked me if I was gay, and I told him that I wasn't. He laughed, and told me that I would be. I didn't know what he meant, but didn't want to question him. I was too worried that I had already offended him, and was ready to take my own life if he found anything lacking in me.

'Come with me' he told me, and I did. He lead me to an expensive hotel. On the way there, people were following us and singing made up songs praising him. People in the street were kneeling all over the place, or trying to touch him as he passed. He kept me close and ordered a number of men and women around us to keep everyone else away. They did their job effectively, ecstatic at being able to serve him in some fashion. I myself was happy to be serving him, but unclear on how he wanted me to please him.

We entered the hotel, and went straight up to their best room. Of course, the hotel knew the Master was coming, and everyone there was kneeling as we entered. Before we got in the elevator, he told the mob protecting him to go back to their lives. Many of them howled at this, but he told them that he would call on them later, when he needed them again. This placated many of them. I was still perplexed with what he wanted with me.

Outside of the room were two black suited security guards. They kneeled as the Master approached, and one of them informed him that the hotel owner had taken the liberty of contacting them to provide protection for him, should he want it. He nodded his head and we went into the room. Once there, he sat down and told me to flex for him.

I was a little bit surprised, but immediately started flexing. I went through a number of poses, and as I did so, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect penis. He asked me if I had ever sucked on another guy's dick. I told him no, and he said that there was no time like the present.

I was extremely nervous. I didn't want to displease the Master, but I had never done that before. I had had my own cock blown, but that's still quite different. I quickly fell to my knees and got to work."

"You must have been a natural!" I said.

"I definitely wasn't. But the Master took pity on me and kept me anyways. My blow job was so poor that his magnificent cock couldn't come. So instead, he had me go into the washroom and clean myself. When I came out, as clean as I could be, he had me rolll a condom over his glorious cock, and he lubed us both up and took my virgin ass. He definitely came from that."

"That day, the Master set into motion the building of his royal palace. I stayed at the hotel alone mostly while the Master met with those he needed to and gave them orders. He did fuck me two more times before his palace was complete, but he had many other slaves that he was eager to have pleasure him.

He did tell me that he wanted me to improve myself for him, in many ways. To this end, he paired me up with a nutrionist, a personal chef, a personal trainer, and three male prostitutes. He told me that he wanted me to get down to as low body fat as I possibly could (I was over 10% at the time), and that he wanted me to pack on as much muscle as possible. He also wanted me to learn how to give a great blow job.

From that point on, my day was strictly regimented. I would wake up, eat breakfast, do my first workout, have a lesson with the prostitutes, eat, practice with the prostitutes some more, eat, do a second workout, eat, eat, and practice with the prostitutes one more time.

Master wanted to see my dick hard, so he told me that I was no longer allowed to shoot my load unless he was present. But I was to stroke it as much and as often as I could. He told me to start wearing a cock ring to keep me hard all the time. He had large tv's set up everywhere I looked (the gym, the hotel room) showing the porn that turned me on non-stop. Needless to say, after a few days without coming, my cock was constantly hard, dripping precum everywhere.

Eventually, I became so horny that I couldn't sleep. This became a problem and interfered with my workouts. I told Master the problem, and he fucked me once more. He had me straddle him and fuck myself on his wonderful pole, and told me to stroke myself off while I did. I was so incredibly horny that I came quickly and easily, spraying all over Master's beautiful body. This triggered Master's own orgasm, which pleased me immensely.

Once the Master's palace was complete, this became a regular routine. I would get incredibly horny and Master would take me, watching me blow my load.

Over the first year, I got down to 4% body fat. I also gained 30 pounds of lean muscle. I looked good, and the Master noticed and starting fucking me much more often. My blow jobs also improved greatly, and I started blowing the Master once a night. Over the last four years, I've managed to put on even more weight."

"So was your cock always that large then?" I asked.

"Actually, the Master ordered a group of scientists to find a way to increase the size of a cock. They created a pill that uses human growth hormone that stimulates growth in the dick. I took those for one year, until I reached my current size. The Master loves it, and says that it is perfect now. He even sucks me off when the mood takes him."

"Does this turn you on now?" I asked.

"I enjoy it because the Master enjoys it. I find it difficult to come at times, not because the Master is bad. He's amazing at it. But more because I still need to think of women in order to come, and I feel guilty doing this when my attention is supposed to be on the Master."

"Has the Master ever shared you with someone else? Does he like to have threesomes or orgies?"

"Definitely. He'll have a number of us wrestle occasionally to see who gets to pleasure him first. He'll also have a number of us at once pleasure him, one of us rimming him while the other blows him. Or he'll have one of the other slaves fuck me while he fucks them. Occasionally he'll have two of us just suck on him for an hour until he's ready to coat our eager faces in his holy semen."

"Have you done steroids? Does the Master approve of their use?"

"Well, he doesn't want the laws to change. He likes it that not every guy on the planet looks as muscular as I do. But I do use steroids."

"Aren't you worried about side effects?"

"To be honest, there are only side effects if you don't use them properly. I've been using them with the help of 3 doctors who really know their stuff. And besides, how could I care about side effects? if the Master wants his slave to have a huge hot muscled body, that's what I'm going to give him. Who cares if it's bad for my health? I don't really matter. I just want Master to be happy and well-served."

"Were you repulsed the first time the Master ordered you to please him with your mouth? I mean, if you hadn't ever done that before, and you were straight..."

"Well, the day before the Change, I probably would've punched a guy's face out if he put his dick anywhere near my mouth. But after the Change, all I could really care about was pleasing the Master. If he got off on putting his dick in my mouth, that's what i was going to do. I mean, I was real awkward about it the first time, and I kind of even choked, but I'm definitely better. Sucking on all of the prostitutes that Master was kind enough to provide me with for practice helped so much."

"Did they shoot into your mouth?"

"Yeah. I wasn't too keen on that at first, but knew that I'd have to be able to swallow the Master's load, so I did it. Almost threw up the first time I did too. That was probably the toughest part of my training."

"Seriously? What about the first time Master fucked you? Speaking of which, is the Master well hung? Not that he needs to be!"

"He is seriously hung. Not quite as big as me, but still on the large end of the scale. And his cum tastes amazing. I've never tasted cum as delicious as his. And boy, does he love to have me taste it! He loves shooting a load down my throat. He does that even more often now than he fucks me. Course, I'm sure the fact that I'm a Grade A cock sucker now doesn't hurt. I know exactly what he likes, and how to get him close fast, and then back him off a bit before revving him up again. He loves to edge, and I'm the best at keeping him close to cumming without going over."

"Wow! So he likes oral more than anal?"

"Well, he's got different slaves for different things. He likes fucking me sometimes, but he's got another slave that has the most amazing bubble butt. It sticks out a bit. It could almost be used to hold something on it, that's how much it sticks out. Master likes that slave's ass the best, as he can really jam his big cock deep in it."

At this point, I was starting to sweat I was getting so turned on. This man just oozed sex, and we were discussing my favorite topic: the Master.

"Does he ever get you to fuck each other? And being straight, is that tough to do?"

"Well, like I said, I don't ever come unless the Master tells me to. And I basically spend half of the day tugging on my cock, trying to keep it hard. So I don't usually have a tough time staying hard and fucking any of the Master's other slaves. And he does get us to do that every once in awhile. Actually, it's often. Basically whenever the Master is bored, he gets us to fuck each other. And he flips things around a lot. Sometimes it's the bigger muscley guys like me fucking the smaller twinks that Master keeps around, sometimes it's the twinks fucking the shit out of us bigger muscle guys. Sometimes the Master just wants us to play around. He seems to especially like watching me dick slap other guys in the face. I've got the biggest dick of all of his slaves, and he loves to hear the sound of it hitting another guy's cheek. He also loves to see his sex slave's faces covered in cum. Not just his, but anyone's. Quite often, he'll just have me jerk off all over as many of his other slave's faces as I can."

"Is the Master into anything especially kinky?"

"Well, he's never said it, but I think he gets off on humiliation a bit. Not me, but he does have a few slaves that he's really harsh with. But not really pain stuff. He just likes to make them feel like shit. There are actually three guys that he really gets off on humiliating. They used to bully him in school when he was a lot younger."

The thought of anyone bullying the Master fills me with rage. These guys are obviously getting what they deserve. As I'm sure everyone reading this must agree, anyone who could treat the Master in such a way deserves little less than death. I was eager to hear how the Master punished them.

"What does he do to them?"

"Well, he's ordered them to jerk off constantly. They basically rub their own dicks raw. And he's got three black slaves that are big. Not quite like me, but pretty big. And they've got some nice thick cocks on them. The Master willl get the three guys that bully him on their knees in front of him. Of course, no matter what they do, they still feel like complete shit for what they did to the Master. So they beg him to forgive them, but he just orders them to bend over and then tells the three huge black dudes to fuck the living shit out of them. He then orders a couple of his other big muscular white slaves to fuck their throats. Once all of Master's 'fuck' slaves, as we call them, have shot their loads, he has all 6 of them piss all over the bullies. It gets Master hot like nothing else. He usually has me stroke his dick while he watches. I know how to slow down when he's getting close to shooting, so that he can really enjoy it. He usually shoots a big load all over my face while the black dudes are getting right into it, and then he shoots another one when they piss all over the bullies. He gets hard all over again at the end, when he makes the bullies clean up the piss off the floor by licking it clean."

"And the bullies do it? I mean, I know it's the Master, but with how they treated him before... do they really feel the same way about him as the rest of us?"

"Oh, they definitely worship the Master. I've never seen anyone with so much regret. They do what he tells them to. All of it. And they didn't use to complain, until Master told them that he wanted to hear about how degrading it was. To be honest, I don't think they really mind. I mean, if Master ordered me to do any of that, I would gladly. If it gets him off, then I'll do it. But that's the thing. The Master gets off thinking they don't want to do it and that it's humiliating for them. And probably if it was for anyone else, it would be. Actually, that makes me think that he might get off if he made me, his favorite slave, do some degrading things for his lowest slave. I'll have to ask him about that next time I'm stroking his magnificent cock. If it gets harder, I'll know I've hit on a good idea."

I turned my attention elsewhere, trying to keep myself from getting too excited from the image of this magnificent man stroking the Master.

"So what's with your outfit? Anyone else would probably be arrested for only wearing those sandals."

He laughed. "Well, as you could probably guess, this is what the Master's ordered me to wear. Each of his sex slaves wears a special outfit. The Master said that he wanted access to my ass and dick whenever he wanted, without clothes getting in the way. And he loves thinking of me as his own personal gladiator."

"What does he dress the other sex slaves in?"

"His personal chef just wears an apron, his black sex slaves wear camoflauge short shorts with heavy workman boots, another of his white slaves is really hairy and wears a black jock strap, and a couple of the other ones wear full suits, but let their dicks hang out the front of their slacks."

"Is there any chance we could see a video of any of this? I'm sure my readers, and all of the Master's loyal subjects, would love to see the Master's other sex slaves. Or is there any chance that we will ever get to see a video of you pleasuring the Master? I'm sure this article alone will at least triple the amount of humiliation porn available, but does the Master plan to ever release any footage of himself in action?"

"Not that I know of. There are no camera's in the Master's palace. I don't know why, but I've never asked. I don't like to question the Master, and I suggest you and your readers follow my lead. If the Master prefers to remain private, that's his right."

And with that almost mis-step, my interview with the Master's favorite slave drew to a close. I thanked Trent for his time, and the Master allowing the interview, and told him I would send the Master a copy of this very article before it was published.

Besides still leaving me longing to see even a glimpse of our most amazing Master, I was also left terribly horny at my final sight of the back side of the Master's favorite slave.

Master, if you ever want someone to piss on, or if you want to grind the heels of your boots into someone's crotch, I would be most honoured to serve you in that respect. Until then, I'll have to content myself fantasizing that I could one day pleasure you in this or some other way.

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