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."
"Nice. Do you also have experience with mowing lawns?"
"Um... kind of, sir."
"Sweet. Be here tomorrow in the morning, around 8."
"Tomorrow is Saturday, sir. I'll be here at 8 o'clock," said Ryan promptly.
"Good dog. Here's your reward," said Jason, as he walked closer to Ryan and raised his right arm.
Ryan saw a glimpse of Jason's sweaty, hairy armpit before the man grabbed his head and rubbed his face on it. Ryan's brain melted as he felt the warmth and the strong scent of alpha pheromones invading his nostrils. He was shocked, but his dick became fully hard in his pants. Jason noticed and chuckled.
"You're a lucky boy," said Jason, in Ryan's ear. "See you tomorrow."
"Thank you, sir," replied Ryan, as he walked away and passed through the gate.
Ryan's head felt empty and static as he walked to his house. He couldn't believe what had just happened. Jason called him a fag, but Ryan didn't care. All he cared about was Jason's manly arms, his dominant body and his cocky face. In the living room, Ryan turned on the laptop and did a quick research on how to mow a lawn properly.
The next day, Ryan woke up early and took a hot shower. He put on a t-shirt, caqui shorts and white sneakers and walked outside. It was a warm summer morning, and he walked all the way to Jason's house, which took around fifteen minutes. Ryan stood in front of the gates, unsure of what to do. It was a quiet Saturday. He checked his phone and it showed "7:59".
Ryan reached for the latch and noticed it was open. He walked to Jason's front door and stopped midway through, when he saw a black lawn mower in front of the garage. Jason was probably asleep, so Ryan decided not to wake him up. He set the mower's height at about a third of the lawn's length, and positioned the tool in a straight line. The mower was a fairly silent model, so it didn't make a lot of noise. He took around fifteen minutes to do the job, including the garden in the back.
When he was about to finish, Jason appeared behind him, wearing boxer shorts and rubber sandals - his large chest was exposed for all to see, and Ryan noticed his belly wasn't fully ripped, but instead was slightly round and topped with a patch of hair. He was juicy and muscular in the right areas, Ryan thought.
"Good morning, sir," said Ryan, finishing the last stripe of mowed lawn.
"Morning, boy," replied Jason, with a smirk on his face. Ryan noticed his jaw was covered with a thick five o-clock shadow which made Jason even manlier. "I can't believe you actually came back."
"Oh... you thought I...?"
"I thought you would chicken out," replied Jason, as he observed the lawn with his predator eyes. "You did a good job. Come in, I need a few more favors."
Ryan followed Jason's masculine steps toward the back door and entered a medium size kitchen with a wooden island in the middle. It was packed with dirty dishes and leftovers.
"Some friends came watch the game last night, and that's the result," Jason pointed to the kitchen island and the filthy sink, which was packed with beer bottles. "You don't mind helping me with that, do you?"
"No, sir," replied Ryan, but in reality, he felt used.
Jason approached Ryan and looked him in the eye. His dark eyes pierced through Ryan's soul. "Are you sure? That won't bother you?"
"I can do it, sir," replied Ryan, meekly.
