Daniel took a while to wash John's car - he wanted to do a good job. His jaw hurt a little, and he could still taste the semen in his mouth. It was degrading and exciting at the same time. He couldn't believe John used him for pleasure. The privilege of kneeling in front of an older alpha male was not something he expected, when he moved to that quiet neighborhood.
John analyzed his car and was satisfied with the result. He told Daniel to repeat that task every week, usually during weekends, when Daniel would also clean the floor, wash the dishes and cook dinner. John would also send him a message whenever he wanted something done during the week, like taking care of his clothes.
"You are my beta now, and you will try your best to make my life easier," explained John, as he sat back on the couch.
"That sounds fair, sir," said Daniel, feeling his dick harden in his pants.
John smirked and spread his arms on the couch.
"Make me a sandwich," he ordered.
Daniel was happy to serve. For the next few weeks, he would wake up and check if there were any messages from John. Then he would go to work and come back around five in the afternoon, quickly take a shower and visit John's house. The neighbor would arrive from work around the same time, and Daniel was expected to give him a foot massage in the living room, really working on his tired, sweaty soles, and then bring him a beer while he watched TV. Then, Daniel would proceed to cook dinner.
John seemed to enjoy his cooking abilities, as Daniel was dedicated to make delicious and detailed dishes for him - nothing too fancy. After dinner, John would ask Daniel to get on his knees, and open his mouth for some throat fucking. Daniel was encouraged to improve his oral abilities, like reading articles on the internet on how to be a better cocksucker, how to watch your teeth while you suck dick, and how to deepthroat properly, although John was simply content to have a submissive mouth to use.
After swallowing John's load, and pathetically thanking him for it, Daniel was either free to return to his house, or to stay and do another chore, like washing the dishes, cleaning the furniture or doing the laundry. Daniel's dick would constantly get hard in his pants during the process, especially when John would call him a "good boy".
Sometimes, John would bring home a female partner, and Daniel was told to go home, or to be quiet and clean the house as he heard sounds of John pounding pussy in the bedroom, feeling jealous and slightly betrayed. John wasn't interested in fucking his ass - that wasn't John's thing, apparently - but that didn't stop Daniel from daydreaming about it. He would listen to the loud, clapping sounds of John's private sex, as the bed squeaked and the board hit the wall, and imagine it was him who was getting fucked. He imagined John's hairy, muscular ass and thick thighs shaking, as the man ravaged his hole without mercy.
On a particular Thursday evening, John was watching TV after dinner, and Daniel was washing the dishes, and John called him.
"Come here, Danny."
Daniel stood in front of him, admiring his powerful legs, exposed in some old sports shorts, and his robust, juicy torso in a tank top.
"I need to rest my legs," said John, with a suggestive tone.
"Would you like a massage?" asked Daniel, innocently.
"Not now. I just need a footstool," John pointed to the floor.
Daniel quickly got on all fours in front of him. That was the first time he was asked to be a footstool, something he had never thought about. That degrading act of submission sent shivers down his spine. He felt John's heavy legs rest on his back, as the man took a sip of his beer.
"That feels better," said John.
"Thank you, sir," replied Daniel, pathetically.
John giggled cruelly. What Daniel didn't know is that he would have to stay in that position for what felt like two hours, as John got more and more relaxed, crossing his legs over him, or landing his foot flat on Daniel's back. Daniel started to feel pain, but he was told to stay still and resist. The next day, Daniel's back was sore and he had a tough day at work. John sent him a cheeky message.
John: How's your back doing?
Daniel: It hurts a little.
John: Sorry about that.
Daniel: It's fine.
John: You were a good footstool.
Daniel: It was my pleasure, sir.
John: Good boy.
Daniel tried to control his hard-on for the rest of the day. There was something very appealing about submitting to that man. He saw John as a superior and a father figure. John wasn't particularly mean. The man respected Daniel's boundaries, sometimes asking if he was okay with a task, and that gave Daniel the confidence to obey him more. He was infatuated with a man who was dominant yet kind. He admired John both sexually and rationally. It was intoxicating. He decided to use some of his salary to buy John a nice watch. John had a sexy grin on his bearded face when he received the present.
One night, Daniel felt sad that he wasn't a woman, and that he could never be John's wife, and take his long cock inside him, waiting to be impregnated. Then he shook his head at the ridiculous thought. He felt like an idiot. But that strange feeling intensified every time he heard John fucking a woman in his bedroom. Daniel was never allowed to watch, only hear the dirty sounds, and try to imagine what was happening.
Many days later, on a hot afternoon, John came home all sweaty. Daniel was waiting on the couch to give him a foot massage, but John simply said "on your knees" and Daniel kneeled on the floor, and swallowed John's sweaty cock. The man was especially rough, grabbing Daniel's head with both hands and ravaging his throat with heavy, long strokes. Daniel choked every five seconds, which didn't stop John from plowing his mouth. In fact, every little choke seemed to make John's prick harder.
The sounds of mouth fucking echoed inside the house. Daniel looked up at John with puppy eyes and observed the man's strong pecs and muscular arms, and a hint of his hairy armpits, as John fucked his throat mercilessly. John suddenly winked at him, and shoved his face on his hairy crotch, making Daniel see stars and beg for air.
Daniel's eyes watered and John laughed at him, taking the dick out and slapping his face with it.
"Fag tears are my favorite," he mocked, and shoved his hot prick in Daniel's poor throat again.
Daniel choked harder and let the tears fall down, surprised by how turned on John was, and opened his mouth for a half-hour of rough mouth abuse. He could smell John's manly musk the whole time. The scent of sweaty balls invaded his nostrils.
"Lie on the couch, upside down," ordered John, all of a sudden.
Daniel promptly obeyed, but he felt a little dizzy. John got on top of him and started pounding his face like a pussy. The big balls slapped Daniel's face with every movement, as his throat was invaded for another half-hour. Daniel felt like an object.
John finally spurted thick ropes of cum all over his abused face, and lay on the couch exhausted, breathing like a savage animal.
"Sorry about that," said John. "I had a tough day at work."
Daniel didn't say anything. He was in a haze of submission. He kneeled on the floor and gave John a foot massage.
