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Thomas 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

Robbie 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

Jim 🇺🇸

The only service he allows from you is acting has his personal taxi. He texts you about twice a week, when he doesn't feel like driving himself. Usually to or from the bar, a date, or the gym. Gym days are your favorite days, and he knows it. As expected, you open the door for him and place his gym bag in the backseat. He smirks at you when he sits down, knowing that his musk drives you crazy.

"You've been a good chauffeur these past few months, boy. As a reward, let's keep the windows up this time. You can bask in the stink of a Real Man our whole drive home."

After a long 15 minute drive, you were about ready to cum in your cage. Thankfully, you pulled into his driveway before that.

"I have a date tonight. I told her I'll send a car for her. Pick her up at 7pm sharp and bring her here."

"yes, Sir"

"Oh, and take that bag home with you. I expect it washed, folded, and returned when you drop her off tonight."

"I'm Online today"

When he sends that text to his buddies, that means they're playing video games together. When he sends it to me, that mean's I should head over and clean his apartment.

It's silent clockwork these days. When his text pops up, I drop what I'm doing and scurry over to his apartment. I have my own key and let myself in, no special clothes or instructions at all besides "clean."

This isn't a kink for him. He doesn't care who I am or what I actually do when I'm there. He's just an Alpha enjoying the service of his neighborhood fag. I begged him to let me do it, on my knees BEGGED him to let me clean for him. All he did was shrug and let me in the first time. Eventually he gave me my own key so he didn't have to bother getting up to let me in.

He sits there and games for hours on end while I work around him. Pick up his clothes he haphazardly threw around the room and put them in the washer. Find all the wrappers, beer cans, and other trash lying around and take it all to the dumpster. I scrub his toilet of piss stains and wash the beard trimming from the sink. I wash all the dishes and prep his meals for the week. I keep working until his place is nice and tidy to my own standards, since his are few.

Then I just leave. I lock the door behind me and leave him to his games. No words are spoken, no acknowledgment from him, just a silent service from the fag next door.

It's beautiful really, an Alpha like him shouldn't have to worry about menial chores, and even less about giving instruction. Similarly, a service sub should know exactly what it takes to keep a house in order. We both fulfill our roles without the need of validation from each other.

The only service he allows from you is acting has his personal taxi. He texts you about twice a week, when he doesn't feel like driving himself. Usually to or from the bar, a date, or the gym. Gym days are your favorite days, and he knows it. As expected, you open the door for him and place his gym bag in the backseat. He smirks at you when he sits down, knowing that his musk drives you crazy.

"You've been a good chauffeur these past few months, boy. As a reward, let's keep the windows up this time. You can bask in the stink of a Real Man our whole drive home."

After a long 15 minute drive, you were about ready to cum in your cage. Thankfully, you pulled into his driveway before that.

"I have a date tonight. I told her I'll send a car for her. Pick her up at 7pm sharp and bring her here."

"yes, Sir"

"Oh, and take that bag home with you. I expect it washed, folded, and returned when you drop her off tonight."