Not What You'd Call Normal

Mike growled but made not move to shrug it off, he was to busy trying to get off himself.

Zack let out a small cry of ecstasy as one last hit of his prostate sent him into a state of pure bliss.
His toes curled and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as his walls clamped down around Mike's cock. He spurted his seed all over Mike's hand.

Mike roughly slammed into Zack a few more times, an aninimalistic growl escaping him.
"Come on bitch! Say it, say im your master!" He growled.

"Oh, MASTER!" Zack hit a second climax. He had forgotten to say it the first time.

Mike grinned as he thrust into Zack and stayed as he came hard, filling his new lover up, filling him completely.

Zack moaned again and if he wasn't so spent he would have had a third climax.

Mike pulled out and quickly found his pants, redressing and sitting down as though it never happened.

Zack turned and let himself slide to the floor. He was too exhausted to redress. His hole was throbbing, burning.

Mike looked over at him before propping his head on his arm and falling asleep there, waiting for the elevator.

Zack gave a small smile at Mike. He wanted to get dressed but he couldn't move. God, he just knew he was torn. He looked down, there was blood seeping from his abused hole. He let out a small groan as he prayed the elevator would wait a bit before opening.

Mike opened an eye at the groan. He knew he had torn him but Zack had said he wanted to be sore.

"...M-master...?" Zack said softly, glancing over at Mike.

"What?" Mike looked over at him irritably, he was tired and not in the mood for more singing.

Zack paused nervously.
"Can we do this again sometime...?"

Mike rose his brow.
"Your my bitch now." He grinned as the wheels in his head turned.
"You will do what ever your master wants when I want it."

Zack gave a small grin as he nodded.
"Alright." He paused. "Master." He added.

Mike was not someone to cuddle after love making, he allowed it sometimes but usually it was too touchy for him. Mike was someone who liked to dominate, he was maniacal, his gears always turning.

Zack stared at Mike's hand for a while. Eventually, he placed his hand in Mike's, ready to pull back if Mike objected.

Mike looked at him sharply, his eyes narrowed, just daring Zack to do something else. He itched to pull his hand away.

Zack quickly snatched his hand back. Well it was worth a shot.

Mike brushed his hand on his pants leg, he popped his back and crossed his arms over his knee. He did NOT like being touched.

Zack stood and dressed himself, wincing as his hole burned. He sat back down and leaned against the wall.

Mike kept his distance until he once again dozed off. He was a light sleeper so the littlest thing would wake him.

Zack couldn't have fallen asleep if he wanted to. He was too nervous.
He watched his new ''master'' sleep.

Mike was having a hard time, he felt eyes on him.
"What in the hell are you looking at Bitch?"