A leather-clad muscle god stands before you, his chiseled body glistening with oil and sweat. He commands you to indulge in your fetish, to worship his every contour. You begin at his feet, running your hands up his powerful calves and thighs, feeling the muscles tense beneath your touch. As you reach his crotch, you pause, waiting for his permission before grasping his massive, throbbing cock. He guides your hand, teaching you the rhythm he desires as you stroke him, all the while inhaling his masculine scent, your body aching with desire and submission.