What Next?

Mike got himself completely on the bed and tentatively touch his bitch. He swatted his hands away and wiped the tears away with the pad of his thumb softer, more gentle than he ever had been with anything.
He would not as please....
"Stop."

Zack was slightly shocked at how gentle Mike's touch was.
"They won't s-stop." He muttered.

Mike was going way out of his comfort zone.
"What would make them stop then damnit."

"Don't worry about it Master." Zack shook his head.

"You dont fucking tell me what to do Bitch." Mike flicked his cheek with a crease in his forehead.

"I-I'm sorry Master." Zack sighed as more tears fell. That had not helped one bit.

Mike twitched as he pulled Zack into his lap.
"Why are you crying?"

"Master... do I have to tell you?" Zack sighed, looking up at him.

"Yes."
There was no debating, Mike wanted to know and he wanted to know now.

"I... what Maryse said. It's true. I know it is." He sighed.

Mike blinked, trying to remember what that whore had said. It finally clicked in his mind and he let out a sad sigh.
"Zack....I have only been your master for a week, I dont love you and to tell the truth I dont know If I ever will."
It was the truth, he would not lie.

"I didn't expect you to yet." He sighed. He hadn't. But the last part, that stung. "You don't like me though. What she said was true. I'm a fucktoy. Nothing more." He shook his head. "I'm sorry Master."

Mike sighed, he was bad at this, he was too cold to comfort people, he said the truth and that was all he could say, comforting or not.
"That's what I thought too...But if you were nothing but a mere fucktoy, I would not give a damn that you were crying..."

"Master... why do you care?" Zack asked softly, refusing to get his hopes up.

"I don't know...." Mike mumbled, he just did. He had no idea why, he had never really cared for anyone before and it was bothersome.

"Well Master, could I... have a hug?" Zack felt stupid for even asking. "Just a quick one. I... I... I'm sorry Master. That was foolish of m-me." Zack trembled, expecting possibly a slap across the face.

Mike did growl at first, but then he heard the tremble and he just had to open his arms.
"Make it quick bitch." He ordered as he gave an irritated sigh.

Zack embraced his Master. The hug was loving but he didnt want to make it too long.

Mike let his arms wrap around his bitch and hold him to his chest.
It was not pleasant for him, he did NOT like to be touched.
But tonight was different, Zack was hurting and he needed his bitch to be his usual annoying, obeying bitch.

"Thank you Master." Zack murmured. He wiped his eyes and stayed there for a moment before sitting up, out of his Master's arms.

Mike was relieved when Zack let him go. Mike slowly stood and went back over to his own bed.

"Goodnight Master." Zack said softly as he lay back down and pulled the blanket over himself.

"G'night ....bitch." Mike smirked, he was confident Zack would be fine and they would be normal by tomorrow.

Zack was asleep within seconds, snoring softly. He was tired beyond belief.

Mike didn't sleep any, he was tired but he just couldn't sleep. He had no idea why. He just laid there, staring at Zack through the darkness of the room.