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Chapter 1: To say that Adam was nervous was an understatement. As the elevator continued to rise up through the luxury apartment block towards the penthouse, Adam felt himself trembling more and more. Sweat trickled down the side of his head. His gut felt empty, and his throat felt dry. He had heard a lot about this man. And what he could do. What he could easily do. Adam gulped audibly. The elevator finally came to a stop at the extraordinary and decadent penthouse. The doors dinged open, introducing Adam to a stunning, modernly designed foyer. Unsurprisingly bigger than Adam's whole apartment, and not to mention more elegantly decorated. Footsteps alerted Adam to the arrival of a rather short, slim, balding man. Clearly a butler on account of his attire. A smart black suit, with a bowtie and pocket square. This man was not the man Adam had come to see. An inch or two shorter than Adam's just-shy-of-six foot frame, the man looked stoic and focused. He didn't bother to greet Adam; just straight to business. "He's expecting you. You will address him as 'sir' or 'his excellence', and you will be both mannerly and submissive at all time" said the butler. "If you aren't, or if you displease him, then..." the man trailed off, before gesturing for Adam to follow him. Adam couldn't help but notice the butler's overall skinny physique. Has he not wished for anything? thought Adam. If the butler could have a god-like body, then why would he not ask for one? "The living room" said the butler, stepping aside to allow Adam through a pair of slightly open double doors. As soon as Adam entered the room the butler closed them behind him, leaving Adam in doing so. The living room was far more magnificent than the foyer, but Adam's attention was diverted by the occupants already there. Five men, completely nude, were crouching in a kowtow position on the floor, forming a sort of semi-circle between them. Two were clearly bodybuilders, as evident by their impressively muscular, rippling backs. Also visible from Adam's viewpoint were their impressively built calves, quads, and glutes. Both seemed to be mostly hairless, but all else was blocked from view. Two of the other men were clearly...not bodybuilders. Both of them were quite average, if not a bit overweight. Their flat, featureless backs, slightly too hairy. Their undefined legs. Flabby backsides that lacked the striations of those on the bodybuilders, and visible love handles. The fifth man was a twig, even by Adam's standards. Adam could make out various bones in the man's back, along with those in his flimsy little legs. All five of them remained in their kowtow positions, either unaware of Adam's entrance, or ignoring it. All of them were whispering under their breaths. Their whispers were low and clearly reverent, sounding more like prayers. All of them were facing towards an empty leather armchair. Adam was about to speak up, when a door off to the side of the larger room opened. In walked a man more beautiful and handsome than any Adam had ever seen before. Well over six foot in height, wearing a gorgeous and expensive looking tuxedo (not tie, open collar), this absolute hunk smiled as soon as he saw Adam. "Welcome" he said, in tones that were calm and friendly. Adam quickly became intoxicated by the man's features. His strong, angular jawline, perfectly proportioned nose and mouth, deep piercing blue eyes, expertly cut and styled hair, and just a light dusting of stubble around his face, as if only there to eventuate his already immense sex appeal. It wasn't until his drew a little closer that Adam began to realize what the man's suit was clearly struggling to contain. Large square pecs with a clear divide between them were mostly visible beneath the white shirt, as were most of the individual ab muscles that clearly made up an eight pack. The sleeves of the blazer also failed to fully conceal the intimidatingly large traps, shoulders, biceps, and forearms that this absolute king was wielding. Finally, the suit pants was doing everything within its power to contain some powerful legs, which Adam to tell were rippling from top to bottom. Although he could not see them, Adam visualized lightning-like vascularity covering the legs and forearms of this adonis. Maybe even some soft coating of hair here and there, not unlike that which blanketed his beautiful face so gently. The demi-god walked over to the armchair around which the other men bowed. He sat in it, crossed his legs, got comfortable, and looked back up at Adam with a reassuring smile. The other men remained in their bowing positions. The two bodybuilders in the group suddenly looked...smaller and less powerful as they bowed before this man. They looked inferior. All five continued their hushed murmurings. Adam finally found his voice. "Your excellence...eh, my name is Adam. I'm here...I'm here to ask...humbly!...for help. Or a favor" said Adam, trying desperately to form a sentence. "As I expected" said the man, smiling down at his worshippers. "It is what I'm best at". One of the two fat men had crawled forward ever so slightly so as to be near enough to the man to start planting little kisses on the nearest, exquisite dress shoe. The man chuckled down at him, but did not stop him. Instead he turned his attention back to Adam. "So, what can I do for you" asked the man. "Well sir" began Adam, "I'd...I'd very much like to look like you". The man smiled. "Every man's deepest desire. Masculine perfection" he said with a mischievous grin. He began to subtly, but noticeably, bounce his pecs beneath his shirt. The two bulbous, steel mounds dancing with one another every so silently, so effortlessly. All five of the worshippers, for the first time since Adam's arrival, looked up to behold the bouncing of the perfect pecs, and let out loud moans of pleasure. It was only then that Adam realized that they had all been masturbating while whispering to themselves, and that the man's pec dance is what was finally sending them over the edge. Adam could see that the five men had also been crying silently, as their eyes were bloodshot, and their cheeks glistened with tear streaks. None of them were even remotely close to the man in terms of looks. The man smiled down at his worshippers as they released their cum onto their thighs and onto the floor. After a few seconds of recovery, the five resumed dutifully bowing and praying. The one that was brave enough to kiss his master's feet was now pressing his face into his mater's dress shoe while reciting his whispered ramblings. "Very well. So be it" said the man, looking back up at Adam. "You will look like me; although I'm assuming you mean in terms of muscularity and attractiveness. Not that you want to look exactly like me?" he said, with one eyebrow playfully raised. "Uh, yes. Of course...sir! Thank you" said Adam. "Excellent" said them man, rising out of his seat, and casually butting the lower part of his blazer. He kicked aside the worshipper who was at his feet, knocking him backwards an impressive distance. Wordlessly, the worshipper returned to his position in the semi-circle and resumed his worshipping, as if nothing happened. Just as the embodiment of perfection was about to leave, Adam suddenly spoke up. "What would you have me do in return...sir?" he asked. The man stopped and turned, smiling at Adam. "I think you already know the answer to that" he said. He winked playfully at Adam, before turning and exiting the room. Almost immediately the butler entered and ushered Adam back to the penthouse elevator, remaining silent the entire time. As Adam descended the elevator, he felt himself exhale for the first time since arriving. He also finally felt the raging, leaking erection in his pants. I'm...I'm going to look like him thought Adam. He began to laugh. Life was going to be different. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ "So...what di you think of him?" the adonis asked, watching Adam cross the street below. Despite the distance, the godly man could see him as if he was just outside the window. "Plain, simple, ordinary. He'll do perfectly" said the butler, who was currently down on his knees, knowing better than to stand in the presence of his master without his permission. The perfect man chuckled. "Bring me Harris" he said, and the butler bowed to him before getting up an hurrying out of the room. A moment later the butler and feet-kisser from earlier (still naked) entered the room. The butler knelt once again, bowing his head from the neck, while the naked man dropped to his kowtow position as he had during Adam's visit. "Harris" said the flawless man, "What is my favorite rule?". "Do not touch the master unless he gives permission, or if he touches you first" said Harris, with a bit of an attitude in his tones. "Exactly. It sounds like you don't want to do this anymore" said the man, feigning sadness and disappointment. "And why would you say that, master?" Harris asked, the slight tone of defiance continuing. "Because you know the punishment for rule breaking" said the man, this time in a threatening whisper. Whether or not Harris had something to say back to his master would remain unknown, for in that moment the master's eyes glowed a menacing red. From the perspective of a human, Harris' incineration was instant. There was nothing left of him, except for a scorch mark in the carpet, and some ash drifting lazily along the air. From the master's perspective however, he got to enjoy watching the flesh of Harris' body slowly combust away, before seeing his skeleton collapse into cinders. "I'm in the mood for cocktails" said the master, casually walking over the scorch mark, fixing the buttons in his blazer once again. His eyes were still glowing as he left the room. "Yes, your excellence" said the butler, completely unfazed by what just happened. He waited until the master left before getting up off of his knees.

The sun shone through my bedroom window, illuminating everything in its path in a warm, yellow glow. The rays bathed my bed, and me along with it. The sudden pleasure of warm sunlight slowly and peacefully woke me up. A smile grew on my face; another day of being perfect. I stretched with a sense of pleasure and satisfaction as my incredible, chiselled physique was warmed by the sun’s light. It was for exactly this reason that I did away with any sheet or quilt. I wanted to be woken like this; by the sun that made my Adonis body shine. First, my feet. Size fifteens. And if they give you any idea of the rest of me, they were both beautiful and powerful looking. The tendons themselves looking like machine parts, rather than human parts. Next, my calves. Twin diamond-shaped, diamond-hard beauties. Each one too big for a normal man’s hand to full engulf. Whenever I walked they bunched, hardened, and flexed. My quads are up next. Massive. Powerful. Godly. The ripples of the muscles, and the ridges that ran through and around them. Complimented by a network of veins that looked like lightning bolts, some of which faded down into my lower legs and calves. Above these tree-trunk sized miracles was my remarkably narrow waist. Narrow in comparison to the rest of me, that is. Currently resting on one side of my waist were all seven inches of my flaccid manhood. And trust me, when I wanted, I could give way more inches than that. Just above this intimidating python was what could be mistaken as a cobblestone pathway. On second glance, you would clearly see that it was just an insanely defined, flawless eight-pack. Each ab a clear dome, separated by all others by deep cuts that could each easily hold a bit water. And that was before I tensed or flexed. Flanking these eight rocks were some more-than-impressive obliques. Wave-like muscles that, like the quads, rippled dutifully. It was as if they wanted me to look more beautiful than I already was. Above my abs were the two reasons why I couldn’t see my abs. Two almost square-like slabs of what felt like titanium. And yet, I could bounce and jiggle both as if they were made of a softer clay. Better known as my pecs, these bulbous, meaty marvels were kept apart by a narrow crevasse that ran between them. On either side of these two steel-hard pieces of beef were my boulder shoulders. Like my calves, no normal man could ever hope to fit a whole hand around one. Too big, too muscular, too vascular. Hanging from them were they most powerful, strongest pair of arms you’ll ever see. Biceps that formed into perfect peaks that rivalled cement in terms of solidity, followed my forearms that exuded strength, and ending with a pair of hands that could easily fit around my calves and shoulder. And don’t forget the criss-cross of veins that mapped my forearms, and that one delicious vein that runs down each bicep. The one that every gym rat longs to see; the definitive proof that one has achieved muscle. I roll over onto my front so that the opposite side of me can enjoy some few minutes of warmth before I get up. My expansive, rippling back swells in delight at the feel of the warmth. My back alone is literally heavier than most average men. My triceps, second only to my biceps, both unleash a powerful flex as they help me turn over. And finally my ass. The two delectable globes of prime beef. Just like my pecs, I could bounce them with ease, and on a moment’s notice. Once I decided that I was adequately warmed up, I rolled back over and got out of them bed. All seven feet of my rose to my full height. Aside from the lush locks that flowed from scalp, and the uber-masculine stubble that coated my gorgeous face, I was completely hairless. All of my godly definition was as clear as the day outside. Plus, not a single blemish. Ever. I didn’t get them. Already my seven inches were approaching nine as I flexed my body, and took the time to feel myself up. Hard, sold, powerful, strong. I had great genetics. And I haven’t even told you about my strength yet. I threw on a pair of red boxer shorts that were stretched thin over my quads (despite being the largest size the store had to offer). My heavy footsteps resonated as I marched with a sense of power and authority from my room to the kitchen. My muscles all the while flexing, tensing, bunching. You would not want to be in my way! “Moring pops”, I say as I entered the kitchen and saw that he was already making me breakfast. Poor Dad. I guess genetics have a way of skipping generations. “Morning big buddy!” said my dad, genuinely excited and thrilled to see me. And even more thrilled to see me in just boxer shorts. Dad was a normal man. Little to no obvious muscle, balding, a bit of a flabby beer belly, the makings to a double chin, and a body with hair and blemishes. But a kind heart, and all the love a dad had for his son. He himself was wearing just a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, both of which were noticeably loose on him. I approached him, took a handful of the back of his shirt collar, and smoothly lifted him off the ground until his bare feet were left dangling over a foot off the ground. Dad was 5’10’’, and about 150 pounds. But to me, that was nothing. He might as well have been ten times that weight, and I still wouldn’t have noticed. I gave him a kiss on his head. “Pancakes?! Fuckin’ A old timer!” I said gleefully, eyeing the mountain of pancakes that Dad had made specifically for me. I ate like a dozen horses after all. “My big man needs to eat” he said, looking on at my perfect, angular face with pride in his eyes. Of course he was still dangling in my grasp. He casually swung his legs back and forth a small bit as I surveyed the pancakes, enjoying the feel of being held off the ground. “I’ll take all of those” I said, gesturing to at least ninety percent of the pancakes, “You’ll have whatever is left”. “Yes son” said Dad. Dad always did what I said. Like I good beta, he knew who the alpha was. I set him gently back down onto the floor. Not because my arm was getting tired, but because I wanted him to get back to work. “You’re looking especially amazing today son” he said, tracing his fingers over my steel abs. I didn’t need to tense them. Even in their un-tensed state Dad didn’t have a hope of denting them. His fingers, to me, felt so small and fragile. I smiled down at him, as I towered above him. “I’m guessing there’s something you want” I said, smiling wryly at him. “Eh…I’d like to buy some new clothes…” he said, nervously looking up at me, a hopeful and bashful grin on his face. I controlled the finances, even though Dad was the one with a job. “Go on” I said, crossing my arms. In doing so, my spectacular pecs ballooned into two globes of pure power, while my forearms flare in terms of both muscle and veins. For good measure I flexed my legs too, just to complete the image of the god looking down upon the weak man. “Just some new jeans and a scarf. October is just around the corner...don’t wanna be cold now, do I…” he said, looking a little more nervous by the sight of my stance. He knew of course that I would never hurt him, but it was still fun to laud some power over him. “As long as you don’t spend more than a hundred. I want more food in this house before the end of the week” I said, patting Dad affectionately on the head. “Yes!” exclaimed Dad triumphantly, “Absolutely son, no more than a hundred”. After I consumed my feast of a breakfast at an alarming rate, I headed out into the back garden for some early morning light exercise while Dad got to the cleaning. I approached a beaten down looking SUV. No bothering to stretch (because I didn’t need to), I squatted down, grabbed the SUV at two points along its underside, and stood back up. The entire vehicle came with me. I began to curl the SUV like it was nothing more than a fifty bound barbell. I was only doing this just for the sake of waking my body up. I actually began to daydream a small bit as I effortlessly pumped the vehicle up and down. It used to belong to Dad, before he got a new one. He was more than happy to let me have it. After a few minutes of this, I dropped the SUV with a bang. I sighed as I looked down at it, bored by its inability to stimulate my imagination. However, my arms had flared up with an almost inhuman pump. Thanks to my genetics, only the smallest amount of exercise was necessary for me to maintain by perfect physiques, and the superhuman strength that lay within. Out of sheer boredom I began to poke holes in the SUV’s exterior with just my index finger. I did find it satisfying to watch my finger sink in and out of the metal like it was a hot knife carving through butter. At one point I simply grabbed a handful of a door and easily tore it off the vehicle completely. I amused myself as I mangled and deformed the lump of metal in my hand, like an infant would manipulate playdough. “Looking good Jake!” called out a voice from behind me. I turned to see Mr. Roberts standing on his side of the fence that separated my house’s garden from his. Mr. Roberts was an elderly, kind man who had lived next door all my life. He had watched me grow, and always took the time to compliment me on my body and strength. “Hi Mr. Roberts” I said as I swaggered my way over to them fence. I made sure to flex my muscles as I walked, just to demonstrate the level of power that was approaching him. Not to mention that fact that I was still crushing and mangling the metal lump in my hand like a stress ball. “Well look at you!” said Mr. Roberts as he surveyed my glorious body. I was still only wearing my boxers, so pretty much everything could be easily seen. “Yeah, just doing a bit of weight training” I said, and started bouncing my pecs as I looked down at them. Instead of a light jiggle, I opted for a more vigorous bounce. It always amazed even me how still the rest of my body was as my pecs danced. “Stunning” whispered Mr. Roberts in a reverent tone as he reached over the fence to place one of his small, feeble hands on the nearest pec. He had always loved the smoothness of my muscles. And I never had a problem with him feeling any damn part of me that he wanted. “So how are you this morning, Mr. Roberts?” I asked, striking a front lat spread for his entertainment. “Good” he said as he ran his fingers along one of my biceps. I switched to a most muscular to help accommodate his desire to worship my arms. “But I was hoping that you’d be available to help me with something” he said, as he placed his hand in mine. Mr. Roberts always enjoyed holding my hand, probably because they were so warm, and he was more vulnerable to the cold. “Sure” I said, closing my whole hand around his gently, running my thumb lightly over the back. “I was hoping you could turn my car around for me. In my old age I’ve become…less able for precise reversing” he said, and we both laughed. From a standing position, I bent my knees, flexed both my quads and calves, and cleared the four-foot fence in a single bound, landing perfectly on the other side beside Mr. Roberts. “Goodness me!” he said, beaming at my display of athleticism, and delighted that I was now that bit closer to him. I took his hand gently in mine, and allowed him to lead me to his car that was parked at the side of his house. I couldn’t help but notice just how small and weak he was. He was short than Dad, and no doubt frail from old age. We were walking so slowly because of him. “Here Mr. Roberts” I said, as I effortlessly scooped the man up into one of my arms. He gasped as my casual display of strength. “Save your energy” I said, as I nestled him into my powerful chest. “Thank you Jake” he said with a tone of sincerity, and began to run a hand over my pecs once again. Once we got to his car, I gently set him down and gave him a quick hug, enveloping him in my powerful arms (which he happily felt up during the hug). “Now then” I said. I approached the car and promptly hauled the front half off the ground with a single tug of my left arm. I could hear Mr. Roberts gasp again behind me. I walked my hand along the bottom of the vehicle, slowly raising the back half, until the entire thing was above my head. A quick one-eighty degree turn, and it was facing the way Mr. Roberts wanted it to be. I easily and gently place the car back on the ground. Mr. Roberts was standing there, slack-jawed from the sight of my superhuman strength. Not to mention that his pants was tenting; impressive for a man of his age. I decided to help him out. Side-chest. Double biceps. Front lat spread followed by a back lat spread. Another pec bounce. Every single bit of exquisite curvature and masculine sex appeal my body had to offer I put in display for Mr. Roberts. My muscles flared and flexed with power and beauty. I turned my back to him and began twerking. My bulbous glutes bounced sensually. Not even my skin-tight boxers could hold them down. I ended the routine with another side chest. I then marched towards Mr. Roberts with supreme confidence. Mr. Roberts was shaking, still slack-jawed, and in awe of my appearance. He was leaving out this low, continuous moaning sound. I placed my large hands on his scrawny shoulders. I leaned in and whispered in his ear. “Cum for me”. Mr. Roberts let out a moan of ecstasy as a large, dark wet patch appeared at the front of his trousers. I fell forward into my arms which easily supported him. By the sounds (and feel) of it, he was experiencing multiple orgasms. I carried his limp and exhausted body into his house, and laid him down gently onto his living room sofa. His feeble hands took one last feel of my muscles (my shoulders and triceps to be exact) before he finally passed out, and began to sleep peacefully. His trousers were completely soaked. I left his house and headed back towards the SUV, leaping over the fence once again. Damn it felt good to have great genetics.