What Next?

A week had passed since Zack had become Mike's bitch. Zack's hole still stung a bit, but it was getting better, Mike had not had many demands so far. He currently lie in his bed while his Master was in the one beside him. He glanced over at Mike. He had been pretty quiet for the past hour or two.

Mike was deep in thought, he was highly pissed off. Randy Orton had stopped him in the hall and given him a nice long talk and Mike was about to fucking blow. That son of a bitch is pissed because Mike beat him and now Randy's wants to threaten him. What is he going to do? Like Mike was afraid of him , what a joke. He should be afraid of Mike.

Zack looked over, concerned at Mike.
"Master, is something wrong?" He asked.

"No, nothing you should concern yourself with bitch...."
That was sort of his name now.

Zack nodded.
"Okay Master..." He said softly. "Let me know if there is anything I can do."

Mike was not in the mood for sex, he was far to pissed off and there was nothing else Zack could offer him.

Zack eyed Mike carefully, trying to find the root of the problem. He sighed but he didn't want to push his luck and pry for information. He rolled over in his bed.

"Tell me bitch, I am not in the mood to fuck so what could you do that would help me in anyway?"

Zack shrugged.
"I do whatever you need. You can rant. As much as I might not like it you could hit me. Or, I doubt you would, you could cry. Anything you need or want, it is my responsibility to do it."

Mike growled at Zack, his muscles contracting.
"I, unlike you, am not a pussy who cries." He seethed.
He may rant, hell he might even hit him but that was unlikely.
....Still a possibility.

Zack sighed. He didn't particularly like being called a pussy but he said nothing.
"I'm sorry Master. Like I said, it was just an option. I doubted you would. But, everyone cries sometimes." Zack shrugged. "Anyways, anything else I mentioned, or anything you can think of. It is what I'm here for."

Mike narrowed his eyes and got up before grabbing Zack by the collar of his shirt.
"I.DO.NOT.CRY."

This was the one thing Zack would not give in with to his master.
"Master... you have to cry every once in a while."

Mike shook his harshly, there fore heads touching.
"NO I FUCKING DONT BITCH!"

"Master, there's nothing wrong with it. Are you saying you have never shed a single tear?" Zack asked softly.

"Not that I can remember." Mike hissed, last time he cried had been when his father died when he was four teen, the he moved in with his uncle and the tears really began, by sixteen he never cried anymore.

"Master, that's a lie." Zack murmured. "I can tell." He nodded.

Mike slapped him hard across the face, his anger flaring.
"What was that?"

Zack shut his eyes and sighed.
"Nothing Master."

"Oh really? Then why am I? Oh right, because thith." He patted his abs. "Ith nothing but muthcle." He stepped up to husky as swatted his belly, watching the fat jiggle. "And you are nothing but fat." He snorted as an amused smile light his face.
"Muth be jelly 'cuz jam dont thake like that."

Mike roughly shoved him down and kicked his suit case as he stomped around the room.

Zack whimpered slightly and scrambled back on his bed.
He sighed. He knew Mike cried. Everyone had to.

This was not something Mike would cry over, it just wasn't. So what, Randy had something up his ass but that did not scare or bother Mike, he was just pissed that Randy thought he did.

Zack curled up on his bed and tried to go to sleep, his cheek still stinging.

Mike sat back on his bed and continued to sulk, he did text while he sulked, though he only text Maryse because she wouldnt leave him alone.