#sub service

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."

Girl, are you a cancer? (She is)

@pothoscurves demonstrating how erotic sharing a joint can be, no matter the context, shits hot asf

I unloaded the car with a cooler of beer, towels, snacks, and a single chair. The chair was for him of course, I would by busy doing other things for him. What exactly, I did not know yet.

After setting up his spot on the beach, He sat down in his throne, and put his arms behind his head, fully relaxing.

'He looks so handsome' I thought. It was a honor to serve myMaster. He was a Man worth worshiping: manly, strong, hairy, and a nice big bulge clearly visible through is swim trunks.

"You have three jobs while we're here, fag, and they are all simple. Apply my sunscreen, keep a beer in my hand, and find me something to fuck tonight"

"yes Sir, of course Sir." My tone was plain but enthusiastic. I loved the task of finding him pussy to fuck. he was bisexual and hot as hell, so it was always pretty easy. But I did enjoy the game of me flirting FOR him and watching this potential suitor figure out the dynamic at play.

ISO: Ottoman

Recently divorced Man looking to furnish his new apartment. Standard ottomans are too hard on my soles, looking for something softer and more versatile. Must be sturdy and quiet for long periods of time.

Bonus points if ottoman comes with streaming platforms and is able to perform other tasks such as fetching beer.

"Your 15 minutes starts now, fag. Enjoy it."

Saturdays are for the boys, but I'm not one of the boys. Each week, they lounge in the frat living room and enjoy a day of relaxation. I bring them a few cases of beer, plenty of weed, and my streaming subscriptions for them to enjoy.

meanwhile, I spend the day cleaning the frat house. I start with each of their bedrooms, tidying up and picking up all their dirty clothes strewn all over the floor. Then I move to the kitchen, cleaning up the mess from the week, meal prepping for all of them, and washing all the dishes. Then the bathroom, which reeks of stale piss, covered in beard hairs and empty 3-in-1 bottles. Finally I make it to the living room, where they all are relaxing. I finish picking up after them, scrubbing the floors and wiping down every surface while trying my hardest not to disturb them.

When the house is immaculate and I am satisfied with my work, I kneel, bow my head, and tell them I am finished. They all put their feet up on the ottoman without much of a word or acknowledgement, but one speaks up:

"Your 15 minutes starts now, fag. Enjoy it."

This is my reward. 15 minutes of huffing their rank feet through dirty socks for hours of labor and cleaning. 15 minutes to get high on the stink of real Men, only to be kicked out to the moment after so they can enjoy their freshly cleaned home.