Daniel invested all his time in his job and his house for a whole month. He only saw glimpses of John walking outside, and the man didn't seem to notice him at all. Each time Daniel saw John, he felt warm inside - a dark temptation to give up everything and serve that man again, but Daniel knew that was an irrational feeling.
Serving John made Daniel feel physically and mentally exhausted. He wasn't used to being dominated on a daily basis. The combination of a daytime job at the office, and an evening of cooking and cleaning, plus the sexual services, as well as taking care of his own house, was too much to handle. He needed a break from those long weeks of pain and pleasure, and John was kind enough to let him breathe.
Daniel would be lying if he said he didn't miss serving John. The man was extremely hot, and mostly nice - except when he was horny and started bullying Daniel for fun - and Daniel didn't have many friends in the neighborhood. He talked to some old friends through the internet, and hang out with coworkers, but none of these people ever knew about his relationship with John. Daniel suspected that John didn't talk about him as well. It was a horny secret between them.
Daniel almost never heard of John's wife, or his son, but on the rare occasions when John talked about his past, the man had talked about a difficult relationship with his wife, and the fact that he was admittedly unfaithful. He had fucked several women during his marriage, and felt the need to finally tell his wife about it. They divorced during a short period of time, and John moved to his current house, which had belonged to his grandfather. That all happened five years ago.
Besides all his past troubles, John seemed to be a man full of life, still in his forties, he was robust and exercised once in a while, and continued to work at his family's construction firm. Daniel's life was different from John's. He had never thought about marriage. He was still young, and working for a marketing company, he thought more about his financial future than his relationships.
John had impacted his mental state, because he had never been attached to a person, but now, he couldn't stop thinking about John. He kept seeing glimpses of women entering John's house on weekends, and he felt jealous, and a little upset that he couldn't hear him have sex anymore. During the break, he couldn't resist to masturbate a few times, thinking about his neighbor's body and the way John completely owned him. All the throat fucking and the only time John had fucked his ass hard and steady, on the floor, made Daniel feel intense excitement.
Daniel also felt shame, because part of him was upset with all the humiliation John inflicted upon him. He understood that was the way John liked to play, and he secretly liked being manhandled, but it was still degrading to be called names and fucked like a cheap whore. Still, he couldn't stop thinking about it. He messaged John a few times, asking if he needed his car washed, or if he was okay, but John mostly ignored his messages. Daniel suspected John wasn't that happy with the break.
Each day, Daniel's mind was inundated with images of John's muscular, hairy body and his fat cock. His big, incredibly powerful arms that were so thick, and his punishing strong legs that were used to dominate.
Daniel caught himself at the doorway, looking at John's house, and thinking about surrendering to that man again. He missed getting throatfucked, and being in John's presence. Daniel's dick got rock-hard in his pants, and he finally decided to give in to his desires. He walked to John's doorbell and took a deep breath. It was a Thursday evening.
John opened the door and stared at him for a few seconds. He wore a dark t-shirt and a pair of old jeans that stretched over his big thighs. The neighbor smirked, and analysed Daniel from top to bottom.
"What a surprise," he said.
"Good evening, John," said Daniel, nervously. "I was wondering if you need my services again. I miss helping you."
"Well, Daniel, I don't really need your services," said John, still smiling, "but I accepted them anyway, because you are such a good guy."
"Thank you... but... I was wondering if you would accept me again. I took the time to think about everything, and I realize there's another way I can serve you."
"I'm curious to hear about that. Come in," said John, with a strangely sarcastic tone in his voice.
They both walked toward John's living room, which looked and smelled the same way as a month ago. It wasn't more or less organized or dirty. It seemed John was right: he didn't really need Daniel. The women he hooked up with probably helped him, or he had a maid. Daniel wasn't sure. An odd thought of John finding another guy to serve him made Daniel feel sick and jealous.
John sat comfortably on the same couch Daniel would serve him. Daniel sat on the other couch by his side. He looked at John nervously and said what he had come up with during long nights of reflection.
"I want to serve you again, but I need to work as well, so I thought it would be nice if I could do it on weekends."
John stared at Daniel with a puzzled expression. He suddenly laughed.
"You want to serve me, but you want to serve me less? That doesn't seem fair to me."
"Serving you only on weekends actually means I can save my energy and dedicate it to you in the right moment," Daniel tried to argue, but he already felt less confident about his idea.
"My weekends are reserved for other things, Daniel," replied John, assuming a serious tone. "You know what I'm talking about. And although I miss fucking that face of yours, you are not a woman."
Daniel didn't respond. He looked down at John's shoes, and felt incredibly embarrassed that he was negotiating sex with a fairly straight man.
"Daniel, I need to tell you something," said John, spreading his legs wider and assuming a dominant position. "I don't need you, really. You need me. I'm the man that fucks your mind, and that's why you knock on my door. You need me to fuck you. You want my cock in your ass, but not only that - you want my cock in your mind."
Hearing those words caused a rush of adrenaline in Daniel's body. He froze on the couch, and felt a strange need to submit, but he didn't want to give in so easily.
"How would you accept me back?" he asked, pathetically.
"I want you to serve me more," John grinned. "I want you to polish my cock every single day. I want you to beg for it."
"What about my job?" asked Daniel, confused.
"Fuck your job. If you want this big fucking dick in your mouth again, you will prioritize me and come begging for it, and beg real hard, like the little submissive fag you are."
"You can't be serious."
"I am serious, Danny," John stood up all of a sudden, and approached Daniel. "You wanted to take some time for yourself because you are weak. You abandoned me for a whole month, and now, if you want to come back, you will do everything on my terms."
Daniel looked at that big, bearded man and felt like a boy. He also felt hurt with the way John talked to him.
"Sir, I'm all yours," said Daniel, meekly, "and I'm sorry that I abandoned you. Please, let me serve you on weekends and keep my job."
"Every day. Every hour. Keep your job, but handle everything to me, including your house" said John, getting closer and closer to Daniel. "Beg me to own you completely. Beg me to allow you in my house as my new puppy. Beg me to give your fag mind a hard, deep fucking."
Daniel felt shocked. John's proposal was unrealistic. Was he being serious, or was this a test? Daniel needed to know. He moved uncomfortably on the couch, his dick was visibly rock-hard in his pants. John noticed it.
"Sir, is this serious? Do you want me to come live here, as a servant?"
"As a dog. With a butt plug right up your ass, and on all fours," said John. "I want to break you as my fag bitch, and do things to you that no woman would allow. Do you understand?"
Daniel opened his mouth, but nothing came out of it. He felt close to tears.
"Do you understand, Daniel?!" shouted John, which made Daniel jump a little.
"Yes, sir."
John grinned again. His eyes kept a dark glint - a flame of perversion.
