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Zack sighed with a defeated look. “It is a lot,” he said while closing it before looking up at Nathan. “According to the manual, those sensors on your groin were meant ward off any prying hands. Why didn’t you refuse when I touched it?”

“You are my owner, Zack,” Nathan explained in bewilderment. “If something goes wrong, you need my access. That much I know.”

“I guess you’re right” Zack shrugged as he looked down at the massive manual.

“Is there anyway I could be of service?” Asked Nathan.

Zack looked up at the android and around his room. His pants and sweater he wore earlier to look presentable to the mailman laid on the floor. The rest of his dirty laundry was in the hamper in his closet.

“I guess you can start with the laundry,” Zack said. “My dirty clothes on the floor and the rest are in the hamper within the closet beside you.”

“And the underwear your wearing?”

Zack’s cheeks turned red as he immediately put his paws between his legs. “W-what about it?” He replied with a slight nervousness to stuttered voice.

“It has stains,” Nathan added. “And likely needs to be watched.”

The blue fox was caught off guard by their assessment. He was initially reluctant to admit that he never wiped after using the bathroom. He had been been alone for a long time until now. But Nathan’s accusations were correct.

Zack was taught that computers naturally told the truth – their origins as calculators meant that they needed to – and couldn’t fault Nathan for being so blunt. And yet that didn’t stop him from feeling embarrassed. Zack stood up from his bed. “F… Fine,” the blue fox muttered while he walked to his window to close the blinds.

He turned towards Nathan and began to step out of his dirty underwear, revealing his thick, uncut cock. His shaft was met with a sudden gust of cool air as it made it’s way down to his glans that caused a sudden dripping of pre and gasped. Zack covered his crotch with one his paws, picked up his dirty underwear and handed it to Nathan. “Here,” he said while looking down at the floor. “You can start with this. Undershirt stays on.”

Nathan was curious about Zack’s reaction. The blue fox had no problem briefly pulling their shorts down to gaze at their slit but seemed to take issue with his being off just for a quick wash. Both functioned similarly: they got rid of waste. Of course, Zack’s did double duty as a means of reproduction, unlike Nathan’s single purpose slit meant only to get rid of extra fluids flowing through is water cooling system. Yet Zack did seem genuinely embarrassed when Nathan told him that they could still feel something down there. It was still a little on the hypocritical side, to say the least, but at least he still complied.

As Nathan began to pick up the clothes, Zack let go of his groin to go sit down on his office chair. Shivers ran down his spine as the coolness ran up his body. More pre began to drip out his cock and through foreskin his as it landed on his chair now. He locked his legs again and tried not to focus on his genitals constantly feeling stimulated. He wondered if he still had a fresh pair of underwear in his drawer or if just gave away the last pair as he looked over at Nathan picking up the hamper.

“T-Thanks,” he said to the busy fennec.

As Nathan soon left with all the dirty clothes, Zack stood up and closed his room’s door and checking the his drawer. Did he give away his last pair? It was empty. Yes. The fox huffed in frustration. Last thing he wanted Nathan to clean up was his his genital fluids. A sock over his cock would have to do.

Moments later Zack walked into kitchen as the fennec stood there on stand by. Nathan turned around to see half-naked fox with an apparent sock covering his penis. Though it helped in preventing in any leakage, it made his brown fluffy pubic hairs stand out while only the top portion of his white shaft was visible to see. It was a usual sight to see, and Nathan could help but notice yet another build up of stains.

“Should I wash that?” Nathan asked in a rather uncertain tone.

“N-no,” Zack replied with yet another stutter as shook his head. “Not everything that’s dirty needs to be washed right away.”