The next morning, Daniel woke up feeling tired. He couldn't believe John had fucked him in the ass, so hard and so well. He wondered if John had fucked any other guy before.
Daniel spread his ass cheeks in front of the mirror and inspected his hole. It felt a little sore, and his pucker was slightly loose - but that was expected, considering John's size and strength. His hole looked sad and empty. He twitched it and hoped it would go back to normal. He took a shower, and then checked his phone to see if there were any messages from John.
John: I enjoyed last night. You took it like a champ.
Daniel: Thank you, sir. It felt great.
John: You are welcome.
Daniel: You fuck like a god.
John left his message on read. Daniel felt sad as he drove to work. The morning wind hit his face, and he suddenly started to cry. He didn't know why. He felt great pleasure serving John, but it was degrading at the same time. His ass hurt a little from all the hard pounding, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to use the dog tail again. He felt broken.
Daniel spent the whole day thinking about the situation he got himself into, the weeks of submission and servitude, and the little humiliations. His body was tired from all the work. He thought about John's big, hairy arms and his beer belly, his huge legs, his manly feet and his fat cock. The memory of John's big foot stepping on his head as John fucked him was intensely arousing. He went to the office's restroom and masturbated.
It was a warm sunset when Daniel arrived from work. He took a quick shower and started his submissive routine. John hadn't still arrived, so he decided to vacuum the floor and collect dirty items of clothing. He found a pair of large, dirty socks. John was at least a size thirteen, while Daniel was a size ten. He felt a strange urge and pressed one sock against his face, deeply inhaling John's alpha scent. He moved to an old polo shirt that looked larger than all his shirts. The size difference turned him on. He placed his nose on the armpit area and inhaled. It had a nice musk of male pheromones.
"What are you doing?" said a deep voice. It was John on the doorway, wearing a dark t-shirt and cargo shorts. He had a dirty smirk on his face.
"You scared me," said Daniel. His heart had skipped a beat.
"Are you sniffing my shirt?" asked John.
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry."
John cackled.
"It's okay. Are you having fun with my pit stink?"
"Y-yes, sir. They smell great," stuttered Daniel.
"So you like the smell of a real man, yeah? Something you don't have?" provoked John, getting closer to Daniel. His body seemed to move in slow motion.
"I like how much bigger you are than me," confessed Daniel.
"Do I make you feel inferior?" said John, getting really close to Daniel's face.
"You make me feel like a boy," replied Daniel.
"That's exactly what you are," John laughed. "You know it. I know it. There's only one man in the room right now. Right, Danny?"
"Yes, sir."
"Who's the man, Danny?"
"You are, sir. You are a god."
"Damn right I am. I'm bigger than you in every way, gay boy. How does that make you feel?"
"Humiliated, sir."
"Good. Are you hard, too?
"Yes."
"Wow, what a fag," mocked John, with an evil grin. "Here, sniff the real thing," he said, raising his arm.
Daniel saw that the shirt had a sweat stain, from a hot day of work. John grabbed his head and pulled his face against it. Daniel took a few whiffs and sensed a warm musk of alpha pit. His eyes rolled back as he inhaled deeper. John cackled.
"How's that?" the man asked.
"It's great, sir," mumbled Daniel.
