During the hottest day of summer, Ryan's life changed forever - he had the honor to serve and get sexually dominated by the most superior man in the neighborhood: Jason Hall. If people knew about what had happened, some would be shocked and others would be judgmental, but Ryan's secret was part of a deeper truth about human behavior. He knew that he craved domination and that it was a natural instinct. What happened to Ryan gave him the strongest instinctual satisfaction.
Jason was a tall, muscular alpha stud who owned a bar in the beach area, and he was known as a womanizer, never settling with a girl in particular, even though he was thirty years old. All kinds of rumors were made about his wild sex life, especially his private parties - where he would go to bed with three women at the same time - and about his big dick, which could be easily seen through his sports shorts and workout pants, as he ran through the park.
Ryan, on the other hand, was average and slim, and was never involved in interesting rumors. His life was bland and mostly uneventful, and besides his job at the office, he spent a lot of his time being a whore and lusting over men. Although he was twenty-five years old, his body was mostly hairless, and people still complimented his cute, boyish face.
Ryan's favorite time of the day was around 5:30 in the afternoon, when he left the office and walked through the park to enjoy the last rays of sunlight and to see all the hot men jogging and walking their dogs. Sometimes Ryan would see a big man with strong thighs or a tall daddy with a thick beard, and his whole body would feel hotter than usual. One of these hot men was Jason, and the man walked through that park very often.
Jason wore aviator sunglasses, dark shorts and a thin tank top that displayed a big portion of his muscular torso. His broad shoulders, his juicy, hairy pecs and his monumental biceps were all tanned and exposed for all to see. Ryan admired his wide and hairy forearms and his manly hands. Jason always had a cocky smirk on his face, as if he knew exactly what people were thinking, and he strutted around like the masculine boss he was. As Jason's big sneakers stomped the ground, Ryan could see the man's fat bulge lewdly shake left and right. It was shocking and everyone seemed to notice it at some point, yet they would pretend otherwise and look away. Jason certainly possessed a real man's cock and he was proud of it.
There he was, running like a king, and exhibiting the casual cocky expression he always had. As Ryan got closer to him, he had to stop on his track and observe the man's big arms, and stare at his crotch for one or two seconds. The day was so hot and sunny and the alpha's tanned muscles shined with sweat. Jason suddenly seemed to notice Ryan's glance, and his smirk turned into a wide grin, as he stopped walking.
"Come here, boy," said Jason, looking directly at Ryan.
Ryan's heart skipped a beat, and his legs quickly felt weak, but he obeyed the man's command without hesitation.
"Yes, sir?"
"Do I know you, boy?" asked Jason, removing his sunglasses and analyzing Ryan from top to bottom.
"Uh, you dated my sister once, sir," replied Ryan.
"Your sister?"
"Yes, Emma. She was your waitress... remember?" explained Ryan, quickly.
"Oh, yes. Big tits Emma," Jason laughed. "Whatever happened to her?"
"She went to college, sir."
"Oh, good for her. I don't remember you, though."
"It's okay, sir... You wouldn't remember me," Ryan stared at Jason's shoes, feeling embarrassed. He was shocked that Jason referred to his sister like that.
"Emma was a naughty girl. I fucked her real hard, to be honest," said Jason, in a casual tone, while Ryan's face turned hot with embarrassment.
"You're not gonna say anything?" provoked Jason, with a big grin on his masculine face.
Ryan stayed silent for a few seconds, as Jason stared at him. The man finally laughed hard. His deep voice echoed through the trees and drew some attention from strangers. He walked closer, and Ryan could suddenly feel his hot breath.
"Do I smell a bitch boy?"
"Sir?" Ryan looked at the man's deep, dark eyes and couldn't sustain his intimidating gaze, moving to his sweaty chest.
"Yep... calling me 'sir' and everything," mocked Jason. "You're a fag?"
Ryan opened his mouth to say something, but the shock didn't allow any sound to come out.
"I guess that's a yes. Well, follow me, boy," Jason walked away slowly.
A strange fire filled Ryan's body. He felt a strong need to obey and to humiliate himself for that man - the alpha he admired so much; the god he wanted to worship.
Ryan followed Jason through the rest of his journey, keeping a respectful distance, and not sure if he was supposed to say something. Jason crossed the street and walked past several blocks, until they reached a quiet residential area with large houses surrounded by green fences. Ryan already knew Jason lived there, but he never imagined he would have a chance to see the man's house.
The sky was getting dark, and Ryan could hear sounds of cicadas in the distance. Jason opened the gate to his house and looked back at Ryan.
"I don't do this very often. Consider yourself lucky. Close the gate and wait here."
Ryan obeyed, as the man walked through the path to his front door and disappeared inside. Jason's modern house was surrounded by a decent amount of grass and a garden at the back. After ten minutes, a large garage door on the left opened, and a silver pickup truck came forward.
Jason stepped out of the vehicle and waved at Ryan to approach him.
"My truck needs a thorough cleaning. Can you do the job?"
Ryan stared at Jason for five seconds, confused. Some complex thoughts crossed his subconscious in a matter of seconds. Was he about to serve a man he barely knew?
"So?" insisted Jason, with a piercing look.
"Um... Y-yes, sir."
"Good boy. Everything you need is in the garage. Make it shine," said Jason, and he walked into the garage, put on some boxing gloves and started hitting a red punching bag in the back of the room.
Ryan walked to the garage and found a hose, a bucket and two wash mitts. Luckily, he had some experience - he used to wash his uncle's car. First, he used the hose to wash away all the dust from the truck, and to remove the dirt from the wheels. Then, he filled the bucket with water and soap and used the first wash mitt to rub the dirtiest parts of the truck, on the lower half. He used the second mitt to clean the top and the windows, gently rubbing the surface in order to avoid swirls and scratches. Then, he hosed off the truck and used a few soft towels to dry it. During the process, he couldn't stop observing Jason's exercise. Jason had quickly become sweaty and his juicy muscles shined as he punched hard.
To clean the interior, Ryan used a vacuum on the floor mats, the seats and all the corners, and a clean cloth to dust off the rest. Then he used an interior cleaner to make everything shine. He had spent over an hour cleaning Jason's truck, and when he finished, he walked toward Jason and observed the man hit the punching bag.
"Oh, hey there. Are you done?" asked Jason, panting hard, as his big, hairy chest moved up and down.
"Yes, sir. I made it s-shine, like you said," replied Ryan, while staring at the man's big biceps.
Jason walked around the car and analyzed everything. He seemed fairly satisfied.
"Good job. You've done this before?"
"Yes, sir."
