Muscle Worship by the Hot Tub – Masked Sub Serves My Size

The water’s steaming. My muscles are pumped. And my masked sub is right where he belongs — on his knees beside the hot tub, worshipping my body like a living statue.

This scene is slow, sensual, and absolutely charged with power. I stand tall in the heat, chest glistening, veins popping, and every inch of me flexed from the earlier fuck. The air is thick with steam, and the only sound is his breath and my low voice commanding him to worship.

His hands explore first — running up my calves, gripping my quads, slowly tracing my thighs and glutes. Then he moves to my torso, moaning behind the mask as he feels the slabs of muscle across my chest, kissing my abs, licking the sweat straight off my skin. I flex for him, pose slow, let him take in the sheer size difference between us.

He doesn’t need words. He just shows his devotion with every touch, every kiss, every lick. His face pressed against my pecs. His mouth moving over my arms as I flex and grow right in front of him. I tower over him, smirking, letting him sink deeper into submission the more muscle I show.

This is raw, intimate size worship at its best — a true sub showing his obsession for my dominant, alpha body. The heat from the hot tub makes the sweat pour, the skin glisten, the moment burn.

If you’re into muscle gods, power dynamics, masked submission, and watching a thick alpha bodybuilder get revered like the masterpiece he is — this scene will leave you breathless.