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“There is one other thing, though,” Jack said. 

“What, you wanna get me pregnant? I sure as fuck won’t stop you from trying?”

Jack smacked Luke’s chest.

“This is serious, Luke. I know you younger folk don’t like labels on your identity, and all, but how much do you know about Alphas and Subs?”

“You mean like Alpha males?”

“Yes. And submissives.”

“Like slaves? You want me to be your slave, Jack, cuz I mean I am totally cool with some kinky role play now and then, but if that’s what–”

“No idiot, not slaves, and not you. Submissives. Men who, well, pretty much live to serve worthy Alpha males.”

Luke nodded. “Yeah I guess I've heard about that. The guys who like to put their thing in a cage and only get fucked? I’ve seen it online. You certainly seem like an ALpha male. I mean I can’t imagine you as a sub.”

“I’m all Alpha, Luke, and so are you. I recognized the traits when you were, well, pretty young. It’s why your teammates always picked you as the captain, why you could so easily get people to follow you. It’s why we get along so well, though the rasslin’ to see who gets to do the fucking could get old. The thing is,” Jack paused. “So I have a small stable of subs. You’ve never seen them. Max cleans my house and does laundry. Wes does the shopping and preps all my meals. There are a couple of others that do odd jobs for me, and I have two cashfags.”

“Two what?”

“They like to have me drain their bank accounts. They get off on having me, well, they call it raping their wallets. How do you think I have the house  and car I’ve got on a cop’s salary?”

“Holy Fuck, so why are you telling me this?”