Hungering to Serve
Nick lost the 800m race to Daniel and the price he paid for losing was “the truth”. For the first time in his life, he shared that not only was he gay, but his fantasizes were—in his mind—unspeakably depraved. He longed to be used, not loved.
Daniel laid back into the couch with one foot on the floor and pulled Nick into him, Nick’s back to Daniel’s front, with Daniel’s arms around him tightly, grazing his torso as they laid there.
The stillness in the room was thicker now—Nick, near-naked in Daniel’s arms, the late afternoon sun dipping toward dusk, casting golden bands across the polished floors. He could feel the soft rhythm of Daniel’s breathing behind him, steady and grounded. His own breath came shallower, more erratic. Most importantly, he could see that Nick's speedo could barely contain his cock, desperately trying to escape its Lycra prison. He'd probably never been this hard, Daniel thought to himself.
Daniel reached down and gently cupped Nick's throbbing bulge, followed by his voice, low and close against his ear. Nick stiffened. This was the first time a man’s hand had ever touched him there. And it was better than he’d ever imagined.
“So, little man,” he said softly, “are you ready to begin your training? Ready to find out if those fantasies are real… or just dreams?”
Electricity raced through Nick's body. He nodded before finding the courage to answer.
“Yes, sir.”
A quiet pause, like an unseen door swinging shut behind him.
“And it needs to be said, you can trust me. As you take this first step, and beyond..." and here he forcefully squeezed Nick's cock, "...there may be discomfort, even pain, but I’ll never expect more from you than you can give…than you’ll want to give. Is that understood?”
Eagerly, and with a hint of a smile in his voice, Nick replied, “Yes, sir.” The sensation of his cock and balls being squeezed almost made him cum. All he knew was he wanted more where that came from.
“Good,” Daniel said. “Now lose the speedo.”
Nick’s entire body tensed. His mind screamed no—but his cock oozed precum just from the suggestion. Arousal and shame collided. He knew the power balance had already shifted, that Daniel had complete control—and he had officially surrendered to it.
Without breaking eye contact, he stood up, slid the suit down his legs and stepped out of it, standing naked in Daniel’s living room. The air on his skin felt cool and exposing. His body flushed deep red—part nerves, part anticipation, and part raw desire. He loved that he was nude in front of this man he’d admired for so long. He wanted nothing more than to hand himself over to him and let him do what he may.
Daniel didn’t speak. He simply looked. Let his eyes rake slowly over Nick’s body, starting at the feet, lingering on the muscular thighs, the tight stomach, the broad, round shoulders that advertised athletic commitment and discipline. The aptly named cum gutters that were only hinted at under the speedo but now in full view. Danield knew they’d be put to good use. And of course, the cock—hard now, at full, full mast, pink at the tip.
“Beautiful,” Daniel murmured. “Young. Strong. Hungry.”
Nick swallowed and looked away momentarily.
“Look at me!”, Daniel bellowed. “I own you now.” Hearing Daniel say those words were right out of Nick’s most explicit fantasies.
Daniel stood and circled him once, hands clasped behind his back like a professor inspecting a sculpture.
“Your college baseball career was good to you. But you’re not there yet”.
Nick nodded, slightly unclear about what he meant about ‘not being there yet.’
“But now,” Daniel continued, stepping closer, “your discipline belongs to me. Your body belongs to me. Your pleasure, your pain, your need—they’re mine to use… or deny.”
Nick’s legs trembled, but he nodded again. “Yes, sir.”
Daniel ran one finger down Nick’s spine, slow and deliberate. “We’ll see how far that obedience goes.”
He then added, “You’re doing well tonight,” he said. “You’re following. Obeying. Pleasing me.”
Nick looked down, smiling through his blush.
“But understand this, little man—your pleasure isn’t guaranteed. Only mine is. That’s the foundation of all this. You serve me. You earn my affection. You earn your release. Nothing is given. Everything is owned.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now,” Daniel said, standing, “go run a warm shower. I want your body clean. Use the douche attachment. Always.” Sensing confusion, Daniel added, ”If you’ve never used one before, figure it out and get used to it. I’ll demand it from you always.” Daniel then added, “I’ll join you shortly. And then…” he smiled darkly, “we’ll see what else you’re capable of.”
Nick stood, naked and dazed and trembling with anticipation. His thoughts were chaotic, but one thing was clear: he had crossed a line he could never uncross.
Nor did he want to.
Nick entered the bathroom and had never seen a shower as large and elaborate. Floor to ceiling glass, multiple nozzles covering the ceiling and one wall, and a large tile bench the length of the opposite long wall. Nick could only imagine what had gone down in this space. And now it was his reality.
He quickly figured out the main h/c water control and got the right heat level pouring down on him like rain. Almost immediately, he was covered in a powerfully hot shower and steam that embraced him like a security blanket. He wanted to luxuriate in the moment but remembered his task so spotted the douche attachment, figured out how to use it safely, thankfully found some lube to ease the entry and did his business. Like everything in the last 12 hours, this was completely new to him, but he prided himself with how willingly he leaned into it. Once confident he was adequately emptied out, he went back to luxuriating in the shower, counting the minutes until Daniel would join him. Just the idea of it, the promise of showering with Daniel made Nick hard. He had come to the realization that this his fantasies were becoming reality. But unlike the aggressors in his fantasies, he knew who this one was, and that he could be trusted.
Nick stood under the steaming cascade, hands braced against the tile wall, heart pounding hard enough to echo in his ears. The water soaked every muscle, loosened every edge of his nerves—except the one most on fire. His cock throbbed, fully hard, untouched but begging, aching for what was coming. All this was new to him, but he knew better than to touch himself there without Daniel’s permission. He imagined Daniel’s voice. Imagined him stepping in close, commanding, claiming.
He didn’t hear the bathroom door open, but he felt the change in air. The subtle draft of new presence. Then the whisper of the steam shower door unlatching.
Nick turned his head and saw him.
Daniel stood just beyond the glass, completely nude.
It was the first time Nick had seen him like this, and it stunned him. His cock hung long and full between his legs, heavy and soft—formidable even at rest. He stood with such beauty, such authority, that it took Nick’s breath away. He was instantly harder than he’d ever been and he almost groaned audibly with desire.
The shower was so massive that when Daniel stepped into it, he could easily clear the water that was cascading down Nick. He stood apart from him, bone dry, enveloped in steam, with unhurried confidence, slowly stroking his cock if, for no other reason, to torture Nick.
“Stand up straight. Look at me”, Daniel commanded.
Nick straightened up and stood as tall as he could, knowing that his massively engorged cock was on display. He looked Daniel right in the eye and knew better than to break eye contact
“Why are you hard, boy?” Daniel asked with a bit of a sneer. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”
Nick was silent, until he wasn’t. He had to say it, although just above a whisper, “You’re so beautiful sir. I can’t help myself.”
Daniel didn’t respond, letting Nick ponder the weight of his words. Would he be praised for his honesty? Or ridiculed. Daniel let his non-answer speak for itself.
Instead, he responded—low, calm, precise, “Soap up.”
Nick moved instantly, a generous stream of body wash into his hands, grateful the standoff from a few moments ago was behind them.
“Start with your chest,” Daniel instructed. “Scrub slowly. Let me see every movement.”
Nick obeyed, lathering his muscled pecs with his massive hands letting Daniel watch as if it were an erotic strip show. He then moved down his arms and paid special attention to his armpits, water cascading down him throughout the show he was putting on. He tried to keep steady, but the feeling of being watched—inspected—was overwhelming.
“Legs now. Calves. Quads. Don’t skip an inch.”
Daniel’s voice didn’t rise, but the authority in it wrapped around Nick’s spine like a leash. He soaped down his thighs, over his knees, calves, every movement deliberate.
“And now,” Daniel said, his voice dropping a note, “the parts that matter most. I own all of you, but you know where I’m most interested. I want it as clean as the day you were born.”
Nick hesitated, then obeyed—he started with slow, rhythmic scrubbing over the shaft, but the feeling of doing this while being watched almost made him shoot. The sensation was unbearable. His cock was hard, lathered and exposed, and Daniel watched him with eyes like sharpened glass. “Don’t. You. Dare. Fucking. Cum.” Daniel growled with a gravity that was more threatening than anything he could’ve actually said.
Nick was grateful that he was given an excuse to move on. Thinking he was done with that are, he moved back to his upper body.
“You’ve barely started down there. Get those balls clean. Lift them. Get under them between them”. After a few minutes of watching Nick delicately massage his balls with his soapy fingers, Daniel added, “Behind them. I want to watch your rub your taint. Yes, taint. That’s what it's called, in case you didn’t know. Your taint is going to see a lot of action in your new life; I want it clean.”
Nick had never heard the word but could only presume his ‘taint’ was the area between his balls and his asshole that he’d abused many times in his solo sex life. As he slowly massaged it with soap, the feeling was difficult to describe. It wasn’t as intense as when he was stroking his cock, but, damn, it felt good.
Then came Daniel’s final instruction.
“Turn around. Bend slightly. I want to see you clean your hole...it will be seeing a lot of me, so you’re going to pay extra attention to it.”
Nick froze for half a second, then turned.
He bent forward just enough for Daniel to have a perfect view as he reached between his cheeks and began to scrub. His face burned with humiliation, but the shame made it hotter. His cock jerked visibly beneath him.
Daniel said nothing at first. But his breath had deepened. He pumped extra soap into his fingers and pressed them into his hole. Never in his 24 years of life had his fingers, or any living thing (save an occasional doctor’s appointment), ever touched his hole. He approached it as if he were touching something dirty, even filthy.
“Relax!” Daniel roared. “You have no idea how important that hole will become. You will learn to love it. You will beg me to touch it. Now lean in and get it nice and clean for Daddy.”
Nick was overwhelmed with stimuli. Nude, in the shower with his CEO. Being ordered, to scrub his asshole. Complying, and finding how good it feels to massage the soap around his hole. And, finally, hearing Daniel refer to himself as “Daddy.” He was overcome with sensations…phycological, physical, and emotional.
Before he could process all that, Daniel barked, “Get inside too, not just the surface. I want it to find it clean when I get in there. And trust me, I'll get in there.” Sensing Nick might be ready to break, he stepped closer and quietly added, “Use more soap, and gently insert your finger. It’ll be ok…I promise.”
Nick slowly reached for the soap dispenser and did as told. He slowly inserted a finger and as surprised, actually amazed how it felt. It slid in easily and created a warmth just inside his rectum that was comforting.
“Deeper”, Daniel whispered. “I want it good and clean.
Now more trusting, Nick pulled it out, applied more soap, and reinserted it, this time much, much deeper. He heard himself actually groan as his own finger slid in as far as it could go. He carefully began to stroke the inside of his rectum with almost as much vigor as he earlier stroked his cock.
“Slow down, cowboy”, Daniel smiled. “You’re going to get plenty of that, I promise you. And it won’t be your finger. Now add a second one.”
This freaked Nick out a bit. He’d already gone further than he’d ever imagined and now he was going to insert a second finger. But he also trusted Daniel, so he pulled out, added more soap, and slow pushed two in. They didn’t go in as easily as the first, but once again, there was a certain unexpected pleasure…a feeling he’d never experienced before…and something he wanted more of in the future.
‘Ok, little man, I think you’re clean. Get rinsed off and let me take a look at you.
Nick stood under the shower, and once the soap had disappeared, Daniel reached around him and turned off the water.
He stepped back and inspected Nick.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, almost to himself. “Shoulders carved like marble. Back like a swimmer. A cock that stands at attention and clearly respects me. An ass that is ready to be used. I could study this for hours.”
Nick’s legs trembled.
“Same question as before…why are you hard, boy?” Daniel asked suddenly, his tone sharp but not cruel. “I haven’t even touched you.”
Nick didn’t answer.
Daniel stepped even closer. “Is it because you enjoy being told what to do? Because you like performing for me? Being... sexy for me?”
Nick whimpered. He didn’t have to speak. His body said everything.
Daniel chuckled, dark and low. “Your hard cock speaks louder than any words. It reveals what turns you on. This is what you were made for, Nick. To serve. To submit.”
Nick turned his head slightly, lips parted, eyes glassy.
Nick was nearly in tears. “Thank you, sir,” he whimpered. “I will do anything you want. I want to please you so badly.”
Daniel reached forward, finally, turned Nick around so his back was to him and wrapped his arm around him, pulling him into his chest. Nick melted into the embrace, his back against Daniel’s front, skin to skin, steam enveloping them like a cocoon.
It was the first time Nick had been touched like this by a man—and by Daniel no less.
And there was in inescapable feeling of Daniel’s hardening cock nestled up inside Nick’s ass crack. He wasn’t penetrating, but it was there. So there. So promising. So threatening.
Nick gasped.
Daniel’s mouth found his ear. “Tell me, boy... what turns you on more? My cock in your ass... or submitting to my orders?”
Nick’s eyes rolled shut.
But Daniel answered for him, voice molten: “Don’t bother. I already know.”
Steam clung to their skin as they stepped out of the shower. Nick instinctively reached for a towel, drying himself off quickly, breath still shallow from the erotic tension. He turned to hand a towel to Daniel, but Daniel didn’t take it. He stood there, glistening and still, waiting.
Nick hesitated and then realized what was expected of him.
With shaking hands, he gently began to towel Daniel off—starting with his shoulders, arms, and chest, careful and reverent, as if Daniel’s body were something sacred. He moved slowly, mindful not to appear too eager, but his mind was a hurricane of want. He was particularly careful when he dabbed dry Daniel’s privates, being mindful of not appearing even remotely presumptive. Every touch, every bead of water he dabbed away only deepened his ache.
Finally, on his knees drying his legs and feet, Daniel reached out and cupped Nick’s chin, guiding him to stand. He said nothing, only walked toward the bedroom. Nick followed, heart pounding. This was it. The moment Daniel had fantasized about for years was imminent.
Daniel stood beside the bed, tall and commanding, backlit by soft lamplight. Still naked. Still silent. Nick stood, unsure, until Daniel looked at him and gave a single, quiet command:
“Kneel.”
Nick slowly descended, savoring every moment of the exchange, he was now eye-level with Daniel’s swelling cock. Close. Obscenely close. Nick could smell him, raw and clean and masculine. His mouth watered. His eyes locked onto it, fixated. It wasn’t quite fully erect, but it was the most beautiful thing Nick had ever seen. The veiny shaft. The fat mushroom head. The tantalizing piss slit. The ample balls that swung freely and were filled with what Nick hoped would be his next meal. He wanted it all—achingly, desperately, fiercely.
“You want this, don’t you?” Daniel asked finally, voice even, as if the question were entirely academic.
Nick’s voice caught in his throat. He nodded, almost frantically. “Yes… yes, please, sir. I”…pausing to decide whether he should say it…”need it.”
“One day I’ll allow you to suck it. Savor my cum. But you haven’t earned that right yet, have you Nick?”
Deeply disappointed, Nick had no choice but to answer, “No, sir.”
Rubbing his hands through his hair, affectionally, he added, “But you’ve been brave tonight, so I’ll let you taste it. Briefly.”
It wasn’t enough. Not nearly. But Nick leaned forward, placed a reverent kiss just beneath the head. His lips lingered a second longer, he cautiously wrapped his lips around the head, and then extended his tongue at the base of his cock and took a long lick up the length of Daniel’s cock. He knew he had taken more than he should have, and when he pulled back, he looked up at Daniel with his eyes glassy with desperation. He ached, not just between his legs, but everywhere.
Daniel was watching him carefully. “That’s all you’ve earned, boy. And even that was generous.”
Nick wanted to cry. Not out of sadness, but from the unbearable need that pulsed inside him. The frustration. The worship. The craving to be used. The desire to be appreciated.
“Get on the bed,” Daniel said. “Face up. Legs apart.”
Nick moved without thought. He spread himself open, body trembling, his cock hard and leaking, but untouched. Daniel stood over him, admiring him like an artist inspecting a canvas.
“Beautiful,” Daniel said, reaching down to gently stroke Nick’s cock. “Truly. But I’m afraid this”—he gave it a casual flick—“won’t be of much interest to me.”
Nick moaned, equal parts shame and excitement.
Daniel climbed onto the bed beside him and sat propped on his side, looking down at him. “Open your mouth.”
Nick obeyed.
Daniel pushed two fingers inside and said, “Suck”.
Nick did—greedily. Nick inhaled Daniel’s two fingers as if he were as starving man tasting his first food in weeks. He swallowed them so deep he even surprised Daniel. He moaned around them, eyes fluttering shut, cheeks hollowing with each pull. It was a practice, and a promise.
“You’re doing well,” Daniel said. “You know those fingers are just a stand-in for what your mouth will eventually be used for. My cock deserves your devotion. And your mouth will learn to worship it properly.”
He withdrew the fingers and, although covered in Nick’s saliva, he spit into them to provide more lube. “Now this,” he murmured, “this is important.”
Nick’s breath hitched.
Daniel reached between Nick’s spread legs and rubbed his slicked fingers over Nick’s virgin hole. Nick gasped, the touch electric. He’d never felt a human touch there before and Daniel, gently….ever so gently…massaged his hole. He was shocked at how delicious it felt…that place only previously used to eliminate. He had frequently fantasized from porn about being fucked there, but he had no idea how good it felt. Until…
Daniel, again very gently, inserted one finger up into Nick. Just barely up to the first knuckle, but Nick groaned as if he’d just discovered the holy grail.
“Oh my god,” he breathed. “Sir…”
Daniel was watching him closely, studying every tremble, every response. He pushed deeper. Nick writhed beneath him, the sensation foreign and euphoric.
“This is the other home for my cock,” Daniel whispered. “It’s tight now. But it will learn. You will learn.”
Daniel pushed deeper and Nick’s groans grew louder and more euphoric. He couldn’t believe what he was feeling. That this was actually happening to him and it felt even better than he imagined. To his surprise, he couldn’t stop himself from pushing down onto Daniel’s finger to take him deeper. He wanted more…as much as he could get. He didn’t give a shit if he’d earned it or not. He was on fire.
“Somebody likes their hole used”…Daniel smirked.
“Please sir….please…more…” Nick begged.
“In good time, little man”, Daniel responded, leaving no question who was in charge.
Daniel added a second finger and Nick arched up into the touch, moaning helplessly. Again, Nick couldn’t help himself from pushing back into Daniel’s fingers to take as much as Daniel would give him. “More…” he panted. “Please…more sir”. By now, Nick was thrusting his hips to feel the friction the fingers were capable of creating.
Then it happened…
Daniel, like a trained professional, zeroed in on his prostate and circled it with his two fingers, pressing firmly…authoritatively. Nick cried out—wordless, wrecked, undone.
Now Nick was sweating and breathing hard. His hips thrusting wildly, he was unable to control himself. “Oh my fucking god….Daniel…stop…stop…don’t stop, I can’t take it,” until finally Nick spread his legs further and relaxed into Daniel’s fingers and luxuriated in the glorious sensation he’d never before experienced. He laid there allowing Daniel to violate him like he’d never imagined. Yes, he had fantasized about being used, even abused, but this was real. And it exceeded his wildest imagination.
And then, without warning, Daniel slowly and considerately pulled his fingers out of Nick, and gave his hole one last gentle circular rub with his offending fingers, indicating…it was over.
Nick lay panting, stunned, hoping this was just the warmup act for tonight. But Daniel had already risen off the bed and was rinsing the hands that had abused his prey.
“Wait—did I… did I do something wrong?” Nick asked, voice small.
Daniel turned to him, serene as ever. “No. You did very well.”
“Then why—”
“Because this is not about your pleasure, Nick. It’s about learning. About submission. About control. Sex with me is a privilege you must continue to earn.”
Nick blinked up at him, struggling to make sense of it, aching everywhere.
Daniel sat on the bed next to him, smiled, soft but firm. “Now go home. We have a big week ahead. This Thursday’s new business pitch. You need to be at your best.”
Nick, in a daze, dressed in silence. When it was time to leave, he clumsily lurched toward Daniel hoping for a warm embrace, at the very least. Daniel reciprocated with hug that could be more described as “bro” than “warm”, but whispered in his ear, “You’re going to be my good little man, aren’t you?”
Nick, not knowing what to say, could only respond in the affirmative, “Yes, sir. I’ll do my best.”
“Don’t disappoint me”, Daniel replied and turned his back without looking back, allowing Nick to leave on his own.
