B BRUCE

Wounds of the Earth

I know this isn't ninjago guys but I finished this 17 hour painting for my art class and I was proud of it so...enjoy.

I know this isn't ninjago guys but I finished this 17 hour painting for my art class and I was proud of it so...enjoy.

I was in the gym, working out hard, pushing myself to reach my limits and beyond when a guy approached me. He askes me if I could spot for him. I was really in the flow, but I’m always up to help out a fellow gymrat, so I said okay. I tried to help as little as I could letting his muscles do as much work as possible, I just gave him a boost when I saw he was stuck. I saw his chest bulging, muscles stretching. Awesome. I did a great work. Poor guy barely could catch his breath to say: “You gave a great support. Thanks for the help. I could really use you in the future as well. ” I said no prob, feel free to catch me, then I turned around. He grabbed my hand and shook it.

Everything went black. My mind became quiet and calm. I heard the noise from the gym, but I didn’t care about it, I heard him talking to me, couldn’t understand any word. But I knew it was very important what he said to me.

I heard a snap. I slowly became aware of my surroundings. Surprisingly I was not in the gym but in a living room. On my knees. Before him. I have no idea about what happened and how I got here. All I knew was that I’m at the right place. It’s a shame that I didn’t realise it earlier that this guy from the gym is a god. So muscled. So handsome. And his trackies. And his bulge. Everything is perfect about him. He slowly kicked his sneakers down and revealed his smelly socks. All my focus went to them. I saw the stains. I saw that it’s still moist from the gym sweat. My dick started to throb, I felt my head and my nose being pulled into them. I started to kiss his feet and take deep breaths of the musky and smelly socks. I cummed. Into my pants. Two times. I felt powerless and exhausted, and I saw him stronger that ever. All I wanted was to submit to his will and serve him. And as I kissed and sniffed his feet this feeling intensified a hundred times. I felt I became completely his property. As I worshipped his feet he smirked and started to slowly stroke his dick trough his shiny trackies. I heard hus hand slipping on the silky fabric and I felt my dick throb again. My head moved automatically from his feet to his legs, kissing his soft trackies, inhaling his scent. I cummed again. Into my pants. Three times. My mind was blank agaim and as my head got closer to his bulge I felt his hands on my head, driving me. He controlled me without words and his touch took me to a different level in obedience. I wanted to suck. I wanted his cock. His cum. As I licked his cock trough his trackies all the way up and down I looked deeply into his eyes. I saw him smirking and enjoying my worship. My eyes were blank.