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Daniel was shaking as he prepared John's sandwich. His legs felt weak and his naked body was cold. His chest was wet, and warm semen oozed out of his butt. He tried to prepare the best meal for John, carefully placing the right amount of cheese above the ham, and making orange juice with ice.
"Thanks, Danny," said John, when Daniel walked into the living room. The man sat comfortably on the couch; his thick, long legs spread wide, and his succulent, hairy torso glistening with sweat. "Take a shower and go to the basement."
The warm water flowed over his used body, washing away some of the shame and relaxing his muscles. His smooth skin felt delicate and sensitive, and he could see red marks in certain areas, especially over his spanked butt cheeks. His nipples were hard and he shivered when he touched them with soap.
He walked down the narrow stairs to the basement and was surprised by a warm light and an old bed, surrounded by old house items and large boxes filled with construction tools. It was almost cozy.
"Get comfortable in your new room," said John, walking down the stairs all of a sudden. He carried a white pillow. "It's not fancy, but the bed is comfortable. A little squeaky, from fucking too hard, I guess. Take fresh sheets and a blanket from my room. This pillow is yours. Let me warm it up for you," John held the pillow against his flaccid cock and balls and rubbed them all over it.
"What do you say?" asked John, throwing the pillow on the bed.
"Thank you, sir," replied Daniel.
"Tomorrow I expect you to wake up early and prepare our breakfast. And when you come back from work, I want you on all fours in the living room, dog tail on, waiting to be my footstool. And you better offer me something to eat."
"I understand, sir."
"Good boy," John slapped Daniel's face gently. "Well, good night, dummy."
The first night was tough and Daniel didn't sleep well. The bed was comfortable enough, but the room felt too quiet and dark. He couldn't shake the feeling of being inside a horror movie. At the same time, thinking about John sleeping in his room, all comfortable and well-served, made him feel strangely aroused.
He woke up around five and did exactly what John had told him to do. He tried to serve his owner eagerly, making sure the man of the house was pleased. He prepared a delicious breakfast and offered John a quick morning blowjob before work. After dumping a load in his throat, John left for work, and then Daniel dressed up and drove to the office.
When Daniel came back, he quickly showered and prepared something for John. Then, he was expected to undress and insert the butt plug up his butt, and wait for John in the living room. John arrived and grabbed the food and the beer, and used Daniel as a footstool. Then, Daniel gave John a careful foot massage and a long, relaxing blowjob.
John seemed satisfied and patted Daniel on the head and said "Good pup". He told Daniel to wag his tail around the living room like a happy boy. Then he told Daniel to sit on the floor and watch TV with him for a while. Meanwhile, he talked about work and his plans for the weekend. Then Daniel was dismissed to do his chores.
Daniel spent the rest of the evening cleaning John's house and ironing his clothes. He walked around the house all naked and silent. He wasn't allowed to wear any clothes in the man's presence - only a butt plug.
On the weekend, Daniel had to hide in the basement and pretend he didn't exist, as John received friends for hours. Daniel took those moments to rest and browse the internet on his laptop, which John had kindly brought from his house. The man wanted Daniel to use the internet for research on how to serve alpha males.
Daniel read many interesting articles about servitude. He read tutorials on how to cook and clean. He watched videos that taught how to massage several parts of the male body. He watched videos about cock sucking techniques. He learned more about anal sex and hygiene.
The first week of full-time servitude was better than he had expected. He felt surprisingly safe and warm under John's command. He focused on serving and worshiping endlessly, and his brain was slowly adapting to that new lifestyle.
The next Monday, a cold wind blew across the afternoon sky, and Daniel arrived from work, took a long shower and gave himself a careful enema. He felt indolent and forgot to make John's dinner. He got on all fours in the living room, soft and naked, patiently waiting as his tail wagged in the air.
John walked through the front door with loud thumps and Daniel heard the man take a deep breath and walk toward him. He saw that John looked angry, in his dark denim pants and brown boots, and gray shirt.
"Good evening, sir," said Daniel meekly. "How was your day?"
John didn't answer. The man simply put his heavy legs over Daniel's back and relaxed on the sofa for a few minutes. He reached for his beer, took a big sip and then burped loudly.
"Today was shit. We lost one of our clients because of some idiot's mistake."
"I'm sorry, sir," replied Daniel.
John looked around and seemed to notice something.
"Where's my food, Danny?"
Daniel froze all of a sudden.
"I'm sorry, sir. I f-forgot," he stuttered.
A loud smack reverberated in the room. Daniel felt John's heavy palm burn his left ass cheek. Then, another heavy smack hit the other cheek, turning his buttocks instantly red.
"How many idiots do I have to deal with today?" said John, with frustration in his deep voice. "What happened, Danny?"
"I don't know, sir. I took a longer shower... I'm sorry," replied Daniel sincerely.
"What am I supposed to eat now?" asked John.
"I apologize. Please, allow me to make your dinner," begged Daniel, afraid of being slapped again.
"And how am I gonna rest my legs? Who's gonna give me a foot massage? You've failed," John slapped him harder. "Get on my lap. Now. It's a perfect day for some butt spanking."
Daniel knew there was no point in begging for mercy. When John wanted to spank him, he had to swallow his pride and take it like a good boy. He quickly lay over John's warm thighs and tilted his butt pathetically. He felt John's frustration all over his tense body and his serious expression, and he knew that John would release that tension on his butt.
"Where's my fucking dinner, bitch?" shouted John, applying heavy blows to Daniel's burning ass cheeks. He hit so hard that the sound echoed inside Daniel's ears.
"I'm s-sorry, sir," whimpered Daniel, his eyes starting to water. He saw his tail shake from side to side with each slap.
"You are my bitch," John applied two quick slaps to his butt. "You cook. I eat. What part of that do you not understand?"
Another three heavy smacks left Daniel sobbing. His ass hurt burned, and he felt weak and powerless, being held down by John's strong arm. Blow after blow, the man was ruthless.