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Rehab

By: dragonfire6



This is my first submission and would really appreciate any feedback that any readers may have for me. Please excuse any grammatical/spelling errors and bear with me as I (hopefully) develop into a better story writer.

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I don't remember much after the accident. I woke up the next day, sore as hell in a hospital bed as a doctor was looking over my chart. I tried to sit up but it was much too painful.

"Just relax," the doctor said, "You're really lucky, do you know that?" 

"What happened?" I asked.

"A drunk driver ran through the intersection. He only had a scrape on his hand. You have a concussion but you're be fine. I want to keep you here for a couple of days just to make sure," the doctor replied.

They had me on a lot of pain killers and it made me very groggy. I woke up in the middle of the night and really had to pee. I wasn't sure if I could make it to the bathroom by myself so I pushed the button on the bed rail for the nurse. I was shocked when Ashley walked in wearing blue and white scrubs.

Ashley and I had met in college and I had a huge crush on her. After graduating, I had lost touch with her but often thought of her and what she was doing with her life. Even in her uniform, there was no denying the amazing body this girl had. Perky tits, flat stomach and a perfect ass. She smiled as she got closer to my bed. 

"I was wondering when you were gonna wake up. How are you feeling?" she asked.

"My back is a little stiff but I'm okay," I said, trying to sit up, "How are you? You look great!"

She blushed a little and smiled at me, "I'm good. How long has it been? Three years?"

"Something like that," I answered. We sat in silence for a few seconds, looking at each other until I realized why I had called the nurse, "I really have to pee!"

"Oh, of course! Come on, I'll help you up."

She helped me to the bathroom and said, "I'm gonna stand here in case you need any assistance. You are on a heavy Morphine drip and might need some help."

Ashley stood in the bathroom doorway right behind me. I lifted my hospital gown and glanced in the mirror at her. I could see Ashley straining a little to check out my package but I didn't care since I had to pee so badly. I finished and she helped me back to the bed. It had wore me out and I almost immediately fell asleep.

Ashley worked the night shift and I made it a point to sleep as much as I could during the day so we could talk and catch up when she came in at 8pm. She spent as much time as she could by my bed talking, playing cards and watching TV with me. I was realizing that my crush on her had never went away. 

Over the next three days I began to feel much better and was looking forward to leaving the hospital and getting back to my life. On the fourth night Ashley came into my room and locked the door behind her, when usually she just left it open.

"How are we feeling today?" she asked. She wasn't in her usual scrubs tonight. She was wearing a short skirt that showed off her tanned legs and a low-cut tank top that offered me plenty of cleavage to view.

"I can actually sit up without too much pain," I said proudly.

"Yesterday the doctor said you would be getting released tomorrow and I just wanted to see you before you got discharged... It's my night off," she said, running her hand up my leg.

"Oh," was all I could get out. She looked really amazing and her hand on my leg was affecting another area of my body. I quickly began to get hard and the thin material of the hospital gown was no match for my aching dick. Her gaze focused on my crotch as the material kept rising. She went to the end of the bed and picked up my chart.

"You know the doctor had asked me to get a sperm sample from you and I never got around too it," she said with a sexy smile.

"If you help me up to the bathroom, I could probably get that for you," I said playfully.

"I actually have a new technique I wanted to try out on you," she replied, putting my chart back down. She walked back to my side and slid her hand under my gown and gripped my rock hard cock. A tiny wet spot formed on the gown as she squeezed out tiny droplets of precum.

"I'm gonna need a bigger sample," she said and with that she moved my gown to the side and lowered her head toward my crotch.

There was a small amount of precum running down my shaft. She let it run all the way down to her hand, that was holding the base of my dick, then licked it, following the trail all the way to the tip. When she got to the top she used just her tongue to circle the head. Her warm tongue felt amazing and it also had a cooling effect that made me get even harder. I raised my hips, hoping she would take me into her mouth. She backed away and a thin string of spit hung from her tongue to my cock head.

Ashley started to stroke my dick, as more precum oozed out. It was all over her hand and she made sure the entire shaft was glistening with it. Then she lowered her head back towards my dick, with her mouth wide open. She got about halfway down before clamping her lips around my thick shaft. It sent a shockwave through my body.

Ashley began bobbing her head on my dick. Making loud slurping sounds as I watched her try to deepthroat me. She took my hand and placed it on the back of her head. I started to press her down on my dick, holding her there with my cock deep in her throat. She would have to come off it completely to take a breath but went right back to blowing me.

I took my hand away from her head and started grabbing her ass. I lifted her skirt and quickly realized she wasn't wearing any panties. Ashley moved her ass closer to me and spread her legs. My fingers soon found her dripping wet pussy.

I started rubbing her clit and she let me know it felt good by moaning on my cock. My fingers easily slid in between her wet pussy lips and she spread her legs further, getting on her tip toes, hoping I would finger her deeper. I slid two fingers inside Ashley and let a third massage her clit.

She took my dick out of her mouth long enough to say, "Don't stop, I'm gonna cum."

A couple seconds later I felt her cunt muscles contract around my fingers and it got much wetter between her legs. Ashley began to slow her pace on my cock, taking long strokes and sucking on the head. Her saliva was running out of her mouth, down my shaft and onto my balls. She backed away from me and wiggled out of her skirt.

Ashley climbed onto the bed, facing away from me and got into the 69 position. I had the perfect view of her ass and pussy. I grabbed her ass cheeks and lowered her pussy down to my mouth. It tasted so sweet and again I felt her mouth on my dick. I attacked her pussy with my tongue. It was really wet and I felt her juices all over my face. I didn't want to waste any of Ashley's sweet nectar, so I licked the inside of her thighs and her swollen pussy lips.

"Fuck my face," I told her.

Ashley rose up, putting her hands on my thighs and began to ride my tongue. I spread her ass with my hands and stuck my tongue out as far as I could. She slid her pussy up and down my mouth, faster and faster until she came again. Ashley's cum covered my face and she ground her snatch into my mouth even harder as I tried to get my tongue deeper into her sweet cunt.

She slid down my body, leaving a slick trail on my abs from her dripping hole and grabbed my cock with her hand. I watched her as she slid my cock along her tight opening, using my head to play with her clit and pink pussy lips. Precum flowed like a tiny stream out of my cock and I wanted to be inside her so badly. She must have read my mind because she finally inserted the head into her awaiting hole.

It was tight, wet and warm and I watched as my dick quickly disappeared inside ashley. She buried my cock to the base and arched her back, working my dick into her pussy. I let my hands trace the outline of her back and ass as she began to ride me. She really knew how to bounce her ass and with each time I watched my thick, black dick slide into her white cunt.

Ashley was feverishly rubbing her clit, trying to get off again. I could feel her get tighter and she kept me deep in her as her orgasm approached. I roughly grabbed her ass cheeks and thrust into her in unison. When she came, she slammed my cock into her depths. She let out a little cry as a powerful orgasm exploded inside her. She rocked her hips with me still deep in her as it subsided. Then she looked back at me and said, "Your turn."

Ashley put both her hands and feet on the bed, while keeping me inside her, then started to slam down onto my aching dick. She took one hand and started to lightly massage my balls as she picked up her pace. My dick stood straight up and I watched her take every inch into her pussy. She would come all the way to the tip, then plunge back down. On one stroke, my cock slipped out of her and she grabbed it and aimed it at her tight asshole. My dick was completely covered in a combination of her cum and my precum and the head popped into her ass easily. She only took a couple inches into her but it was so tight that it had me nearing a orgasm very quickly.

"Tell me when your gonna cum," she said.

It looked so hot watching her white ass slide up and down on my black dick. She was still only taking just a couple inches and I felt the beginning of a massive orgasm.

"I'm about to fill you up," I warned.

Ashley took my cock out of her ass and put it back in her pussy. She bounced on the entire length as the pressure built inside me. I couldn't remember the last time I came, so I knew her pussy was gonna be overflowing with my backed up seed. My dick began to swell inside her tight pussy and with each stroke I felt myself get closer to the edge. With a force I had never experienced before I shot my first stream into her.

"Damn! I can feel it," Ashley said, bouncing her ass to the rhythm of my orgasm. With each thick spray of cum, she would keep just the head in her, then slam down and back up quickly, waiting for the next deposit. I had shot so much cum and her pussy was so tight and full of black dick that it was dripping out of her. Her pussy made wet, slapping noises each time she slammed down onto me. My cum was on my shaft, her pussy lips and thighs and she kept going until I was completely drained. She turned around, with me still inside her and rested her head on my chest. I was exhausted and passed out. When I woke up, Ashley was gone and I had been cleaned off, wearing a fresh hospital gown. On the stand next to my bed was a note that said "Last night was amazing! Call me- Ashley."

I called her right after I got released, but that's another story...

Rehab



He sat naked in his hot tub, his legs stretched out under the foaming water, his head back, eyes closed. It had been a long week of practicing and playing - the road trip from hell, capped by a rough, almost brutal battle of a hockey game and he was beyond sore. Beyond in pain, but finally home. Mitchell Wagner shifted his ass to sink lower in the heated water and groaned. Maybe he was getting too old for this...

"Poor baby," the soft female voice taunted. Mitch sat up instantly and almost groaned again as every muscle in his back complained. Lila Hathaway stepped from the shadows beside his house and stood on the first step of the tub, smiling wickedly. She was as tall and graceful as he remembered, but instead of those navy business suits she always wore, she was dressed in a black silk slip-dress and incredibly high black sandals. She was gorgeous and she knew it. Her long golden hair glinted in the soft lights, swirling around her hips in the light breeze. Long arms and legs, bare, pale as sweet cream, were exposed and exalted by the short, sassy silk.

"Lila?" he managed to croak as all the blood in his body surged to his groin and his cock suddenly ached more than any other part of his body. Images of sliding his hands up under that short hem had him swelling even more. His fingers dug into the soft edge of the tub in an effort to keep control.

"Lila," she agreed, her smile widening. She'd seen his reaction and it pleased her greatly. Especially since she'd felt the same surge between her own thighs.

"I'm not really up for company..." he stammered, looking around. He'd designed the backyard alcove for ultimate privacy and no one could help...or see him fuck her. Damn...Lila and he had never gotten along. Why would he want to fuck her? His whole body throbbed, but it wasn't with pain any longer, it was a primal need that baffled him.

"Liar," she purred, stepping out of her sandals and up one step, "I can see just how up you are from here, silly boy." And he looked quite tasty.

She'd twisted his meaning, but there was no denying her statement. He was fully erect, the bubbles barely disguising his thick penis. "I meant I didn't want to see..." his temper began to rise as it did during every conversation with Lila Daniels.

"You don't want to see me?" she purred, peeling her dress over her head in one smooth move, standing perfectly naked - perfect skin, perfect breasts, perfect curves - in front of him. Mitch was speechless and horribly aroused. He wasn't even sure he liked the loud, aggressive team PR rep, but at this moment, all he wanted was to be inside her, pounding out every frustration, every ounce of this insanely hot need. She slid her hands over her breasts and down to her belly and his mouth watered.

"Lila..." he managed as she stepped into the water, as she stepped down and the bubbles slid up her long legs, slender thighs, to...

Her head fell back with a light gasp as the water reached the cleft of her legs and swirled over her sensitive folds. Her nipples tightened even more, her breasts felt heavier, her body tingled. She had wanted Mitch since the moment they'd met, but he seemed to take everything she said wrong. She'd decided to take him on head-to-head, on his home turf, and found him rehabbing after a rough night. Irritation and determination had faded to delight at his surprise, then pleasure at his helpless arousal, now lust as her own response kicked in. Her pulse echoed in every cell as she imagined his touch.

She stepped further into the tub, bumping his legs underwater as she shifted forward. His hands came up, but didn't push her away. Instead, they curved on her upper arms and guided her closer. She slid over him in a straddle, the hot shaft of his cock pressed along her tingling slit. A shiver went through her and her body clenched as she felt his penis rise to press against her.

"Why," he groaned, sliding a hand over her neck and into her hair as he kissed her once, and again, sinking deeper into her. "Why me, Lila?" She tasted like aged whiskey, smooth, smoky, addictive. He tilted his head and feasted on her throat, feeling her pulse skip and race under her thin skin. Why was he arguing? Her breasts pressed against him as she arched with a soft moan. He couldn't get enough of her, cupping her breasts, sucking her nipples.

Lila slid her arms around his neck and rubbed her naked body to his, savoring the feel of his hard body. She'd watched him at workouts and games, but she'd never realized the feel of hard muscle would be so alluring. She tilted her hips to press harder against his shaft, rocking against him. Her swollen clit tingled and she ground herself against him, shuddering with the sensations. His hands shifted to grasp her hips, to hold her still, and she whimpered in protest. "I want you," she moaned, "I've wanted you every minute of every day all season." His penis felt so long and rigid and she squirmed with anticipation. He groaned into her shoulder as his body throbbed.

Mitch licked a trail up from shoulder to neck to ear, absorbing her words, the very real fact she was here, and the very erotic response she was giving him. "I haven't encouraged you," he managed, unsure why he kept pushing her away when she felt so very right pressed against him. He wanted this more than he wanted to breathe.

She laughed breathlessly. "No, you haven't," she admitted, sliding a hand down his chest, burrowing it between them and grasping his shaft. He was hot steel in her hand, pulsing against her palm. She gave him a gentle squeeze, hearing the breath whoosh from his lungs as he gasped and his hips bucked. A wicked shiver shot up her spine. This is what she wanted. She pumped him, watching the pleasure on his face and feeling him thrust in her hand, imagining what he'd feel like thrusting inside her.

"I want you," she moaned again, "I have to have you inside me." She used one hand on the side of the spa to lift herself up as she held his cock sill. Then she slid down his taut abdomen and onto him. "Oh, Mitch," she gasped, as his bulging head pushed into her. He was thick as a fist, stretching her body wide and her eyes closed with pleasure. She rocked her hips to make his cock burrow deeper.

"Damn...Lila, wait..." he groaned, clutching at her arms as she bowed back, her weight driving him deeper, her tight body wrapping around his throbbing shaft like a glove. They were naked, unprotected...God, he didn't care. His hand fisted at the small of her back as he surged up against her, burying himself to the hilt. Everything drained away as he just enjoyed how good she felt.

"Yes...Oh, God, yes..." she sobbed, her legs wrapped around his waist as his erection stretched her, pulsing and throbbing inside her body. He was so big, so alive...Every time he moved, her body quivered. When he breathed, she felt his cock expand within her. Her body arched again as she shuddered in pleasure.

Mitch growled and grunted as he slid his hands under her ass, lifting, his hips thrusting, his cock filling her again and again. Her pussy was slicker, hotter than the bubbling water and yet he burned with desire. Her inner muscles rippled around him when he buried himself as if her hand still grasped him, kneading and squeezing. It was the most sensual experience of his life as he mated with her in the spa. He couldn't get enough.

Lila's hands stroked his back, his shoulders, curled in his hair as he kissed and nibbled her throat and collarbones, all the while his steel shaft worked her like a piston, stoking her higher, hotter, with every hard thrust. He was so thick; the friction of flesh on flesh coupled with the stretch of her muscles to take him in had her shivering and tightening. He was so long, his smooth strokes seemed endless on the in, endless on the out, filling her to the core of her body. He groaned, his hands tightening on her ass, as she writhed with pleasure.

Mitch couldn't hold back any longer. He planted his feet against the far bench and fucked her eagerly, panting and groaning as he quickened their rhythm. He drove breathless cries from her as she clutched him, her nails scoring his back, her body bucking as he plunged. He felt her stiffen, her nails digging into his shoulders as she arched up and her body clamped around him.

"Mitch!" She practically screamed as she went over the edge, her body clenching, then spasming, gushing warmth as she vibrated with pleasure.

His only response was a low groan as he bucked beneath her, her pussy pinning his cock as he swelled with arousal, as his balls tightened. He clenched his ass as he strained against her, his cock pulsing as heat shot up, up, free...He came hard, his eyes blind as his hoarse cry shattered the night. His penis ejaculated wildly inside her, burst after burst of hot seed, filling her with his searing pleasure.

Lila softened her hands, but still clung to his shaking body as they both came down. The hot tub was perfect; adding to the drifting feeling as they lay entwined and spent. Too soon, Mitch's head came up and his eyes focused on hers with intent.

"I know it was my fault," she started, wishing she hadn't forced the issue, wishing something so shatteringly perfect had been intended on both sides.

Mitch pressed a finger lightly to her lips. He shifted against her, inside her, his cock still semi-rigid and thick. She shuddered, her eyelids fluttering at the sensation. He knew she was still sensitive and she was so silky and wet he easily moved against her. "Thank you," he murmured, pressing his forehead to hers as he slowly rocked his hips against her. She moaned in pleasure and he felt the ripple against his penis. 

"Thank you," he murmured again, sliding his hands under her bare ass to cup her as he moved slowly, gently back and forth. Stroking her intimately, he knew the moment...

"Thank you, Lila," he finished as she arched with a cry, climaxing one last time. As she felt limp against him, Mitch shifted her to the bench and slid his cock free. He climbed from the tub and pulled out towels from the cabinet to one side. Wrapping one around his waist and setting the other on the side of the spa tub, he sat on the stair, watching her lay limp in the bubbling water.

"Would you like some dinner?" he asked softly, reaching out to play idly with her hair. She'd worn a sleek bun when she'd arrived, but it had pulled free during their lovemaking. Her curls were pure gold, shimmering in the lights, soft and silky against his callused fingers.

"I don't know if I will ever move again," she moaned softly. She didn't say another word, just looked at him, until he couldn't hold back.

"I'm kind of hungry," he started as his stomach growled. She laughed. He offered her a hand, then bundled her into a towel as she stepped out. His arms circled her and she leaned against him. His stomach took a distant second to the new hunger growing inside him. One hand low on her back, he guided her toward the back of the house. He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck as he opened the door, "And I think you'll make the perfect dinner..."



Rehab 101



I looked for Terry out the small window of the huge C-141 Air Force aircraft as it taxied up to the crowd of people. I thought I saw her but I wasn't sure. After the plane stopped they wheeled those of us in wheelchairs down the rear ramp.

There was a little welcoming ceremony for us. We were their men from Miami-Dade County coming home wounded from the Gulf War. 

I still didn't see Terry and was getting worried when I saw my brother Mike waving at me. He hurried over and said he had his van waiting. I said, "Hey, Bubba, I am glad to see you, where is my wife?"

He looked at the ground, "She is having a problem dealing with you being wounded and in a wheel chair."

"She didn't come?"

"No, she said she couldn't bear to see you this way."

"Shit, what am I supposed to do, I don't really like the idea myself, how do I change it?"

"I don't know what to tell you little brother, I don't have the answers." 

I was getting a little steamed by now. "She doesn't seem to object to spending my money though. Shit, she keeps me flat broke. I think she is even behind on the house payment and the car payment. Hey! Don't pay any attention to me. I am glad to see you Bill, real glad, I guess it will be awhile before I can play ball on your team again."

"Aw! Chuck, what the fuck do the doctors say? Will you walk again?"

"Billy, they don't know. They have repaired everything they can. It is up to me to try to get in shape and learn how to walk again. They say about a third of the guys with the same injuries as I have recover completely, another third get so they get around with crutches, and the other third give up and don't live long. They didn't want me to leave. Can you take me home, if I still have one."

"Hell, yes, let me push you to the van."

"Let go, Billy, I will make it on my own. I will even get in the van myself if I have something to grab so I can haul my ass up. This chair folds up."

We were In the van headed home when Billy said, "Chuck, I gotta tell ya your wife changed since you went away. When you left she was a sorta plain, sweet child, eighteen years old. Now she is one of the hottest looking' babes you ever saw. You won't recognize her. She is in some sort of trouble. She is going with some really scary people from over on the Beach. They scare me anyhow. One big black guy told me if I bothered her he would break both my knees. He is like her keeper, bodyguard or something. I don't even try to talk to her anymore. Don't look for her to be home."

I knew something was wrong with Terry, but this was not what I had envisioned. She had almost stopped writing. Her letters didn't say anything anymore.

I looked at my brother, "Billy, I have friends too. I have guys from the Corps who are pretty bad. And as a last resort, remember what Pop always told us. 'If things ever get really, really bad, and you need help call on the Orange Springs Murphys.' I guess they are distant cousins or something. I will try and find out what is going on first."

"Yeah, Chuck, I remember Pop sayin' something like that but I never put much stock in it. He was real proud of being a Murphy from that Orange Springs place. I have never heard about them anywhere else though. Wouldn't even know where to start trying to find them."

My house looked the same, no one was there. The grass needed cutting. I had to show Billy I could get up the steps in the chair. He said he and my sister would be back in an hour or two. He left and I wheeled myself to each room. The place was empty. I mean empty. It felt empty, like there had never been life there. 

I stood and walked to the back door and looked out the window. I watched for a minute. Then I saw him. It was a Cuban or Hispanic guy watching the house. I probably wouldn't have seen him if he hadn't been smoking. I moved away from the window and went to the front of the house. IT hurt like hell when I walked. But I was getting better. I kept back from the windows and searched the area across the street. There was a guy in a car about four houses down, just sitting there. People don't sit in cars very long in Miami. Not unless you have to, then you can't stand it too long. I got back in the chair. Rolled over to the desk and looked for my old telescope, it was brass and had Col. Sean P. Murphy engraved on the side. I went back and looked at the guy in the car. Hispanic too. He was talking on a cell phone. As I watched him a movement out front caught my eye. A long black limo pulled up in front. The driver and a huge black guy got out. The black guy looked at the house for a few seconds and nodded to the driver. The driver opened the rear door and a pair off long legs came out followed by a beautiful woman wearing high heels and a little mini dress. She was gorgeous,. It was Terry. My heart stopped. Damn I would know her anywhere. I stayed where I was. 


I heard the front door open and heard the heels click on the terrazzo floor. She stopped in the living room door and stared at me. She dropped her purse and ran to me. She stopped and looked behind her. No one was there. She was crying and put her hands on my face and kissed me softly. God it was sweet. I felt her tears on my face. I tried to pull her close but she pulled back. She put her face in her hands and wept. She was saying my name over and over. 

I said, "Terry, are you ever coming home?"

She sobbed and raised her head, "I can't now, maybe never. Find someone else. Get papers ready, I will sign them."

I I looked at her. I whispered, "Just nod. Do you still love me?" Her head bobbed up and down. She whispered , "Yes. I do."

"Well if that is what you want, I'll look in to it." I held up my fingers crossed. She nodded and looked around the room. Then she put her finger to her lips. I knew then what I had suspected, the place was bugged.

She looked at her watch, she said, "I really have to go now. I'll be in touch."

"Fine. Come by if you can. If you can't, call." She turned and walked toward the door as she went out she dropped something on the floor. I watched as they got in the Limo and left. I rolled over and picked up a small piece of folded paper. I unfolded it and read.

 Chucky,

    I don't want you to try and 

find me. These are bad people, they will kill

my Mom and Dad if I leave. They will kill you 

and your brothers and their families too. Don't

try to contact me. They have people everywhere.

Forgive me. I loved you with all my heart.

     Terry

I paced up and down the room, it hurt but I had to get used to the pain. I tried to think, I needed help. I pulled my bag over and found my address book. I found the name I wanted. I dialed the number. There was a lot of clicking and static on the line. Probably bugged. The party answered.

"Hey!, P.D. is that you old hoss? This is Chuck Murphy. How are you?"

"Couldn't be better. Where are you?"

"In Miami, West Kendall."

"How are your legs? Are they getting better?"

"No, I still can't walk, still in the wheel chair. Do you still live out this way?"

"Out that way?"

"Yeah! Out this way."

"I still have a place out there with Rick Martin."

"That's what I meant. Think I need to get away from here for a bit. Can you help me?"

"You know I will, buddy. Tomorrow morning OK. I have someone I want you to meet." 

"That would be great."

"Give me the address and I'll pick you up at nine, that OK."

"Perfect. I would love to see Rick too." I told him the address.

The next morning at nine I sat on the side walk with a small bag in my lap. A SUV pulled up and P.D. Good jumped out of the drivers seat He took my bag and put it in the truck. I wheeled to the door and pulled myself in the back seat. P.D. put the chair in the back and jumped back in to drive. There was a very, very pretty girl in the front seat. He introduced her as his girlfriend Amy. I reached forward and shook her hand. As we passed the same car across the street I saw a black guy now in it. I said, "P.D.. Watch and see if that blue Ford follows us."

"Yep, he is turning around. Want me to loose him?"

"Not yet. Are we going out to the camp?"

"Yeah! Rick and his new wife are staying out there for a while. He will meet us in the air boat at the ramp by the Miccosukee Indian Village on the Trail."

"Great, it would be nice if you could loose him before we got there but it really don't matter, He won't follow us in the airboat I don't think. I don't want them to know we know we are being followed."

"Man, what kind of trouble are you in? I picked up on what you were doing last night. I hope I didn't screw up."

"Hey, you were great. I'll tell all of you what is going on when we get to the camp." 

P.D. was very good, he got our follower caught in a red light and went on through. Then he pulled into a gas station and filled up. The follower found us but was going the wrong way when we pulled out. We were on the Tamiami Trail before he caught up to us again. 

"I just thought of something." Said P.D., He picked up his cell phone. He handed it to Amy. "Dial 911 and tell them a black man in a blue 2000 Ford is following you and has tried to rape you before. Tell them the Ford has a small dent on the left front fender from when he tried to run you off the road. Better wait just a bit until we are a little closer to the Indian Reservation. Tommy Osceola will nail his ass in a heart beat."

I sat back and grinned.

"Ok, sweetie, put some fear and emotion in your voice."

Amy dialed and asked for help she was really good, she would have fooled me. We could see the blue Ford trying to close the distance. The Indian Reservation Police car was on him like a hawk on a mouse. He was going to be busy for a while. It wasn't far to the Airboat ramp. P.D. didn't have much of a place to hid the SUV but it was in with a bunch of other trucks and campers. It might not be seen. The boat was waiting for us. We loaded our stuff board and P.D. jumped up on the seat beside Rick. He told him to go back to the east paralleling the Trail. We saw the flashing blue light and the police car behind the blue Ford. We saw the black guy standing behind his car in handcuffs while the officer was on his phone. P.D. grinned and gave me a thumbs up. Rick gunned the motor and we were on our way. 

When we got to the camp Rick hugged me and introduced his beautiful wife Keiko. She was Japanese. Tiny and perfectly gorgeous. I got a better look at Amy, she was a real heartbreaker too. We went in and got settled in. Keiko and Rick were on their Honeymoon. Lucky guy. I sat them all down and told them my story. P.D. and Rick were furious. Rick said, "That can't be happening, Not in this day and age." P.D. said, "Hey that is slavery, they are probably drug dealers, they can do pretty much what they want, they have so much money no body can fight them. We can't help unless we know more, who they are, where they live, how they operate. Who can we trust. Who might sell us out, who has the guts and the ability to help."

"Wait," said Amy, you said something about the Orange Springs Murphys, I heard my Dad talk about some relatives of his who are Murphys but he said Elkton Murphys."

"Where the hell is Elkton?"

"Wait, we have an Atlas of Florida over here. Let me look. Here it is Page 68, B1. Yes, here just south east of ST. Augustine, hey here is Orange Springs over on the next page. They are only about twenty miles apart. They may be all related. God knows there are enough Murphys around, they must breed like rabbits." Rick ducked the pillow I threw at him.

"I may need every one of them to get my wife back."

"Shit, I just remembered, Elkton was ringing a bell in my head, my great, great umpteen times grand dad was a Murphy from Elkton, his son, I think it was, that lived in Orange springs. Yeah, that is it. Gramps was a hero in the old Seminole Wars, the Mexican War and the Civil War. He was a Marine General. Hell of a fighter." said Rick.

P.D. said, "Holy Shit, I flew with a guy in the Corps named Murphy. He lives up near Ocala now. He told me the same story about HIS great umpteen times grand dad, had to be the same guy. He is one tough son of a bitch. We need to call him. He might be able to tell us who to call."

"Sounds good to me. You want to call him?"

"Here this old bag cell phone works clear as a bell out here."

"I haven't seen one of those in years."

"This is a five watt phone, the new tiny ones are one tenth of a watt. This one will really reach out and touch someone." 

Rick went out to the boat and came back with a small bag. He took a book out. He thumbed through it. "Here it is. 'Sean Patrick Murphy.'." 

I yelled, "What, I have an old, old telescope my grand daddy gave me. It has Sean P. Murphy engraved on the side. He told me it had been handed down for generation after generation. Has to be he same guy."

Rick dialed the number. It apparently rang several times before it was answered. "Major Sean Murphy , Please. Yes I'll hold, Tell him 'Checkerboards for ever'."

"Hey! Sean, how are they hanging? Yeah, how did you know it was me? Same to you asshole. I have a Marine here you might want to talk to. Fresh out of Bethesda Rehab, name of Murphy." He looked at me. "Sure is. He has a serious problem. Life threatening. Can you talk. Well, we are sitting in a cabin in the middle of the everglades. This boy's daddy told him one time that if he was in real deep do-do to call on the Murphys from Orange Springs. I have heard his story, he needs serious help. Preferably not on a phone. Can you take a day or two. Bring your wife, fantastic fishing here. What, yeah, bring them along, maybe a big help. Sure, write this down Do you know Route 27, comes south from Haynes City way? Right that's the one. Follow it south until you hit the entrance to Alligator Alley, I-75, Route 84. Yeah, it's all three. Come west for twenty seven and one quarter miles then you will see a large canal. Go over the canal and turn left. It will be a good dirt road, go five miles and you will see an airboat waiting on the right side of the road. There is a parking area there. When will you be there. You know me pretty well. I'll be waiting at ten tomorrow morning. Right, Buddy, Damned right, Semper Fi."

Rick looked at me. "He will be here in the morning, no bull shit to that guy. He is bringing his wife and their best friends, they are both Detective Sergeants in the sheriff's office up there. They should be able to give us good advice."

I teared up a little and hobbled to the door and looked out. Damn, I sure felt a little better. I didn't know I had so many friends. 

We waited in the morning for Rick to bring back the new members of the Murphy club. When they got there we all sat down and I told them all my sad story . He four new guys were all livid with anger. Molly, Sean's wife was really upset, She ran over and hugged me. She said, "I was raped too! We will set her free some how, I promise, We won't rest until she is back in your arms."

Mike and Shirley Johnson, both ex-Marines wanted names. 

"We need names, then we will have to ease our way in. We have a lot of friends but not many will take a chance unless we can show we are good." 

"Most cops hate these people., but there are a lot of rotten cops too. We have to go slow. Chuck you have to get us names and most important, the name of someone we might turn who might give us good information in exchange for leniency."

Mike said, "I think we need to bring the feds in on this. It won't be easy. There are a bunch of sour apples in that barrel too. Maybe the military would be best. The Druggies don't have very many of them in the bag. They are transferred too often. They spend a year recruiting a guy then a six months later and he is in Alaska, What good does that do them." 

"Just you tell me what to do, I just can't wait. Can we listen to them like they do us. I just want to find out what they are like."

" Good idea, any body know who knows who they are and when they move and can be turned."

"We need intelligence. Where can we get it?" 

I looked at them, "My wife. If we could get her away from them and at the same time hide her family and my brothers and their families we might get what we need."

"That would work, It would take coordination and money.

Do we have any resources?" said Mike.

Sean said, "Hell yes we do. Bout all we need. There is a fund called Murphy Money. Last I heard there was millions in it just for things like this. For the Murphy Clan in trouble. I know who to talk to. Let's work it this way. We need get Chuck back home so he can contact his wife. We need a plan so they will want to get her in contact with him. We need to leak something they will hear so they.. .. Hell I don't know what we can use, anybody know anything we can do?" 

I thought out loud, "What about they guy that followed us. Maybe the Indian Police found out something."

"Hey! Good thinking." said Mike. "Let me call them and see what they know, do you have a phone book for the area?"

Rick said, "Here is a list of numbers for the Indian Reservation, Yeah! I think this is what we need, right here. Reservation Police Non-emergency number."

Mike took the slip and dialed the number. 

"Good Morning, May I speak to the officer in charge there this morning. This is Detective Sergeant Johnson, Marion County Sheriff's Department. You are, Great, Nice to talk to you Chief Osceola. Listen we have had a complaint filed with us by a young lady who was assaulted in Dade County and fled under pursuit by the perp. She said she alerted your Department and saw him pulled over by one of your cars. First, we want to congratulate your guys on their prompt action we feel saved one of our citizens from rape or worse. Second we would like to have any information you might have on the perp. This is a little sticky because the initial assault was in Dade. Then you grabbed him and you are still in Dade right? Then she reported it to us. You have him in custody? And two of his friends? How long can you hold them? I see, you operate independent of Dade. Right. Listen we are on our way and will be there in an hour or two. We would like to question them if we could, we are trying to find out if this did not really originate in Marion County where the girl lives. Right. Chief, it has been a pleasure talking to you. I am looking forward to meeting you. Good bye."

"How about that for a break. They arrested the guy who was following you. He was carrying a concealed weapon without a permit. The car was full of surveillance equipment and communications gear. He doesn't have a license as a P.I. So the Indian's are holding him. He made his call and two thugs showed up in a limo to bail him out. The idiots walked into the Police office 'carrying'. They were busted and didn't have licenses to carry either. So they are being held too. A lawyer is supposed to be on his way. The chief assured me he could hold them as long as they want. He said he could put the attorney off until at least tomorrow, he doesn't like people playing games in his district."

Rick looked at Mike, I'll run you in to the ramp in the air boat while you take my vehicle and go visit the chief, he is a nice guy, you will like him. He let's you think he is a country hick, but he is sharp, has a masters in criminology. He's been to the best schools in the country."

"Sounds like my kinda guy, Oh! Shirl, he said all three are Cubans. Shirley was born and raised on the edge of little Havana, she speaks the language and knows the area."

This was letting me breath a little easier. I walked for about an hour on the treadmill Rick and his cute wife had brought because they had spent about a month here before, and their legs suffered because there is just no place to walk at this camp over the water. I am used to treadmills, they help me a lot. The pain seems to get less and less, I don't know if I am getting better or if I am getting used to it.




Rehab 101



I have to take it easy, if I over do it my leg muscles spasm and I do more harm than good. Slow and easy is what I was told would do the job. I don't have time for slow and easy. I rest an hour and get back on.

I am ready to quit when I hear an airboat coming. It is Rick, Mike and Shirley. They are all grinning.

Everyone meets in the common room. There are four partners in on this camp and they each have rooms and baths of their own, the kitchen and the common room belong to all of them. It is very nice. Every thing here was hauled out on boats. They have permits from the Indian Reservation to use the launch ramp and pass through the reservation by car, truck, or boat.

Mike briefed us on the trip to the Indian Police. They really liked Chief Tommy Osceola. He was still holding the three men. The attorney had wanted to bail them all out and had the correct papers for Dade County filed with the court house. He was informed that they were not acceptable on the reservation and that an attorney licensed to appear before the tribal court was required to file the papers. Rick grinned, "The Chief told us that no matter what papers they brought him they were going to be wrong." 

Mike continued saying that they had been able to listen to the three men and their attorney talking. The three and their attorney had been told that none of the people there spoke Spanish so they talked freely among them selves. Evidently the man they feared was called Antwahn. 

The attorney said he was really pissed off that the first guy, had lost me. And that the other two had been so stupid as to carry when they tried to get him out. The attorney told them that someone called Big Nig was going to take Terry and Marie to my place to see if they could find out where I was. 'Marie'?

They also got names and addresses for the three goons, The two vehicles were registered to the same company. Escobar Import Export Inc. Two of the cell phones they were carrying were listed as belonging to an Antwahn Escobar at a Miami Beach address. Chief Osceola fitted each of them with a tiny bug that would enable us to hear whatever was said near them. He also put GPS transmitters and bugs on both vehicles. The Chief was also waiting for the complete rundowns on the three goons and Escobar to come in from the national crime computer.

The Chief had been briefed on some of our plans and given the background on the case. He wanted to help any way he could. He gave Mike a half dozen bugs and the recorders for them. The only problem was they had only about a five mile range. Rick figured that if we could get some of them in Escobar's house the boat PD lived on at the Marina was within range of Escobar's house and his business.

It was decided that PD would take me home that evening. I would have a small satellite radio to carry at all times. It looked like a Cell phone. It was also a GPS transmitter. I was also given a device to put in my house to turn on to wipe out the transmissions from the bugs in my house. I was only to leave it on for a few minutes at a time.

I was home by nine and got a beer and settled down for a lonely night. Ten minutes later the phone rang. It was Terry. She wanted to know where I had been. I told her an old buddy had taken me fishing. She wanted to know where. I changed the subject and asked when she could come to see me. She said she hoped it would be soon. I said I would tell her about the fishing then.She said, "tell PD I said hi!"

I replied, "When I see or talk to him again."

She said she would be in touch and hung up.

What was she trying to tell me? They knew who PD was. That was not unexpected. The clown who followed us would have called them first thing with PD's tag number. I would call the gang later and report it. I wondered if they had told her to tell me that to see if I would call and warn him. If we were up to something, that would be the first thing I would do. They couldn't know if I knew about the bugs. I wanted them to think I didn't know about the bugs. I called my brother Mike. I asked him if he had any ideas about how I could find Terry. 

"Little brother, listen to me, forget her. She will get you killed. Did she tell you what they did to her? They told her three things would happen to her family if she didn't do what they wanted. All would happen at noon. The first day at noon her mother was coming home from the store. She heard a loud pop from under her car and then she had no brakes, She went right through a stop sign and hit another car. Not much damage.No one hurt. Do you remember 'Trousers' Terrie's old dog?.Yeah! Well the next day at noon there was a knock on the door. She opened the door nobody was there, then she looked down, Trousers was laying there with his throat slit. Dead. Terry left in a limo, we ain't talked to her since. They will sure as shit kill you boy, leave it be."

I said, "Thanks Mike."

I dug out the satellite radio. I turned on the bug transmission killer and hit the record button on the radio. I recorded a message telling them all I learned and suspected." I turned off the bug killer and hit the send button on the radio. It took one millisecond to send the message. On the other end the message would play out in normal speed.I crawled out on the front steps and sat and waited for a reply. I held the little radio to my ear. After a while it gave a faint beep. The message waiting light glowed softly. I pushed the play button and heard Rick's voice say they had received my message and were factoring in my info with what they had. They would get back to me in the morning. Things were starting to move a little. We would have to play it close to the vest until our plans were complete.

I saw headlights coming down the street. They slowed as they neared my house. It was a black limo. The back door opened and two women got outthere was a loud laugh and the door slammed shut and the limo drove off. I saw Terry and another girl standing looking at me. I turned and crawled back in the house. They followed me and shut the door. I turned on the recorder.

Terry looked at me and said, "this is Marie, she is my best friend. We can stay the night. You can make love to Marie but not to me," she sobbed.

"What do you mean?"

"I promised I wouldn't make love to you, so I could see you for a while."

"You made me a promise three years ago, what happened to that promise." Terry began to cry. She dropped to her knees and sobbed, her head on her legs. It was a brokenhearted wailing. I couldn't stand it. I looked at Marie, "Take her to the bathroom and she if she can stop crying, Please." As soon as the were out of sight I grabbed their purses and Terry's purse was made from large wooden beads and I pulled backing from the glue on a bug and stuck it where it looked like part of the purse. I had to just glue Marie's bug up inside the top where it couldn't be seen. When the women returned Terry was still sniffling. I held my hands up.

"It will be as you say, Terry, I am just happy to see you." Marie held her and comforted her. Marie looked at me, "She cries every day of her life over you. She loves you. This is how she keeps you alive. If she breaks her word, you die, slowly, while she watches."

"Why, why is someone doing this to her."

"To prove he is her master and that she must obey him."

"Then why are you here? To report back to him?"

" No, he doesn't trust her completely yet. She is locked."

"Locked?"

"Yes, he has had gold rings placed in her inner pussy lips, four of them, then small gold chains are secured by little gold locks so there is no way to enter her. He will know if they are tampered with. Then you die."

"Ha! Some master he is! He doesn't have the slightest idea of the obligations one takes on when they undertake to become a true master. The true master has the obligation to provide for the happiness and mental and physical well being of his slaves or pets. The use of threat or brute force shows only weakness and the true lack of ability to really control by force of will. This man is a weakling. He controls only women and weak or crippled men by fear and pain, truly a weak man himself. If he were a real master he would prove himself by going one on one against someone of equal strength. He will never do that. He will always have to have an advantage or a sly sneaky trick before he acts against another, proving he is weak and is incapable of being a true man. He does not have the sex appeal or attractiveness to get a woman with out using force, no woman would love him for himself."

Marie looked at me in horror. "You are a dead man. He will have you killed."

"You just proved my point, 'he will have me killed', not 'he will kill you.' He would be afraid to even try to kill a cripple in a wheel chair. A real coward." 

Terry was looking at me in fear. I asked her, "could you ever love such a man? How about you Marie?No, don't answer. He couldn't stand the truth."

I looked at my Terry, "I love you, I don't want you hurt for me. I think it best you two go back to your master."I called a cab. They both were in tears as they left. 

I stopped the recording. I pressed send. I slipped out the back door and scouted the area. There was no watcher in the back. I sat on the back porch and waited for and answer to themessage. I was using the ear plug this time and I heard the unit beep. I pressed 'play' and heard the message from my friends.

"Wow, you are really trying to get your self killed. We are about to move on that scum ball. It seems the Military Intel people are watching him too. They are sure he is involved in a scheme to sell Stinger Missiles to terrorists. Were you able to plant bugs on them? Our receivers are active now so we will pick them up. The bugs we put in the cell phones are paying off big time. Antwhan Escobar's house is under surveillance right now.We may be able to snap a trap on this guy in a day or so. Hang in there, we are crying with you buddy. Stand by for instructions tomorrow at noon. Out." 

The next day at noon I was ready and listened on the ear plug to my directions, I made notes. I sent an acknowledgement.

I dialed a phone number I had been given. "Hey! Chuck here, I have some shit for you. I met with an old buddy of mine with the Cops, he said that the Feds are ready to raid Escobar's stash of missiles. They can't move for a bit. There is some shit about he and his house having diplomatic immunity or something. I'm pretty sure it's the same Escobar I am gunning for. They have to get that straightened out first, They may hit his stash though, to be sure they get the missiles. He said something about taking him down if he tries to get to his plane." I paused. "Yeah! He let Terry and some other gal stop over last night, They don't know nothing, they wouldn't tell me if they did, they are scared shitless of that asshole."

After dark I slipped out the back way after checking that the watcher was still out front. A car picked me up a block away. Sean Murphy drove. He said every thing appeared to be pulling together. Escobar had taken the bait and moved his missiles to his house. The strike against his house was to take place in the morning about three AM. He said he had a surprise for me. He told me to look in the back seat. I pulled the long case up front and knew what it was instantly. It was my sniper rifle from Desert Storm. I opened the case. Nothing had been touched since I had packed it up. I picked up ten of my custom hand loads and put them in my jacket pocket. The old girl felt good in my hands. She was not my choice for close work. But she would reach out and touch someone. Real hard. I could split a hair out to 1000 yards. Well, not quite that good, but I could put a killing shot on a man nine shots out of ten at that range. We crossed over the causeway to the Beach and headed north. We met six unmarked black vans in a parking lot behind a theater in the parking lot. At that time of the morning the theater was closed and the lot empty. We found the Ops van and listened as units reported in ready to go. An Army colonel told us everything was ready. We were at T minus thirty. I was shown where to set up as a sniper. I could see that from that location I would have complete coverage of the back of the house. That is the direction of most likely flight. There were boats and even a seaplane tied up in the back along the docks and the seawall. I asked for and got batteries for my night vision goggles and scope. I was issued a radio with a ear plug and boom microphone.

I was set up and ready about ten minutes early and got a good look at the sentries the bad guys had set up. They were not too good. They smoked and moved about too much. Very inept. I heard "Five Minutes" over the radio. At three minutes I saw dark shapes glide through the landscape foliage and near the sentries. At one minute I heard helicopters in the distance. Then came the count down to zero. I heard several soft pops and saw the sentries drop. Then there was a burst of automatic fire. Somebody missed a sentry.

Moments later there was yelling and more gunfire from the front of the house. A voice on the radio said, "They are heading for the back of the house. I could see people exit the house and move towards the dock. Flood lights suddenly illuminated the back of the house. The light blinded the night vision gear so I flipped it off. 

A group of men came out of the house and exchanged fire with our guys. Several more men came out carrying bags and headed for the docks. I saw several forms exit the building from a side door. It was a man and several women. Ceasefire came the order on the radio.

The man and the women stepped into the light. The women were Terry and Marie. The man was using them as a shield. He held a gun in each hand pointed at their heads. They backed towards the dock. I had the cross hairs on his head but it was not a clear shot. 

I yelled, "Antwhan, you asshole, now I will kill you and my cheating wife."

His eyes bulged and he swung the women towards me and fired a burst from his guns. As he fired I dropped my point of aim and feathered the trigger. The rifle slammed back into my shoulder, he dropped his guns and grabbed his groin.

I had just castrated him.

The women fell to the ground and were rushed away by some of our guys. The helicopters swooped in and men poured out. Men charged in from every direction. It was over. 

I put the rifle in its case and walked to the front of the house. People were milling around every where. I saw Rick and Mike and went to them. They grabbed me and shook my hand. I thanked them for what they had done. I checked on Terry and Marie and found out they were being held for questioning. I called a cab and was delivered home. 

Two hours later a Large SUV stopped in front of the house. I hobbled to the door. It was Rick, Mike, Keiko and Shirley.

They hugged me and wanted to know why I had disappeared. I told them I just wanted to think. I also wanted to be where Terry could find me if she wanted to.

We talked for a while and soon everyone was yawning. Rick and Mike said they would be right back. They came back in carrying a suitcase each. They made three more trips. There was a row of suitcases in the dining room. There were eight of them. Half were dark gray the balance were beige color.

Mike said, "The light colored cases belong to your wife and the girl she roomed with. They are filled with their clothes and jewelry and stuff. The others are yours. It is stuff we thought you could use. It was unclaimed. Here in this envelope is the paperwork legalizing it. You can sell some of it and put some money in the bank.

They all grinned at me. "Open one of the dark ones." said, Keiko.

I drug one out, It had to weigh eighty pounds. I unsnapped the latches and opened the case. It was filled with neatly wrapped bundles of fifty and one hundred dollar bills. There were also two canvas sacks on one side. I lifted one and untied the string around the top. I pulled the top open. I saw what appeared to be broken glass. I scooped some in my fingers and looked closer. Gems. I looked up. "Diamonds?"

"Yes, about fifty pounds of them."

"Holly shit! This is all mine?"

"Yes, everyone was trying to claim it for his agency. No one wanted the other agency to get their hands on it. We suggested that you had the best claim to it. Every one agreed, just so the other agency didn't get it."

"Any idea how much is here?"

Rick smiled, "Well Chuck, the best we can figure , on just the diamonds, at fifty pounds , figuring 1866 carats to the pound, 93,300 carats of diamonds. They wholesale at about $150.00 a carat. That comes to about $13,995,000.00, roughly. Or fourteen million. It is not my business, but if it were me, I would split those bags up and put some in safety deposit boxes around the state or country. Make a nice nest egg."

I just shook my head, I couldn't believe this. I was a millionaire, Wow! They all shook my hand or kissed me. Rick said I'll call you in the morning, meanwhile we are leaving a guard in front and one in back. Good men."

It seemed as if I were spending all my nights sitting on the front steps of my little house. It was cool and the stars were bright. I heard a car coming long before I saw it. It stopped in front, it was a cab. Two women got out and one paid the cabbie.


It was Terry and Marie. They stopped at the bottom of the steps and looked at me. I patted the steps on each side of me. They moved up and sat on each side of me. I looked at Marie, "Good Morning Marie, how are you? What do you want?"

She looked at me, tears were running down her cheeks, "Terry wants to know if we are welcome here. We want to thank you for saving us earlier."

I looked at Terry, "Good Morning Terry, how are you? What do YOU want?"

"I want to come home and be with you, but we don't know if we are welcome here?" Tears were running down her cheeks.

"You are always welcome here and so are your friends."

"You are not angry with me?"

"Why would I be angry with you? What did you do wrong?

You only did what you had to do to save the lives of the people you love. That includes me. I just want you back where you belong, if that is what you want too. I have never stopped loving you. I will always love you. Now you tell me about Marie."

"Chuckie, she is my best friend, she got me through this ordeal. She taught me to think about anything but what was going on, I learned to separate my body from my soul. She saved me when I wanted to die."

"Where is she from?"

"She really doesn't know. She was sold into slavery when she was about ten years old. She has been sold about five times. She has never been to school. She has no citizenship. We are scared for her. What will they do to her?"

"Terry, we will look after her, I will not let anything bad happen to her. I promise." They were both sobbing now. I put my arms around both of them and pulled them to me. I kissed Terry on the forehead and turned and saw Marie looking up at me, tears streaming down her cheeks. I gently pressed my lips to hers. Her eyes flew open, I turned to Terry and blew on her face, her eyes opened and I tenderly pressed my lips to her lips. Her lips parted and I softly brushed my tongue between them. I didn't force my tongue, I pulled it back. She sighed and reached up and pulled my face to hers. She kissed me deeply, but there was no passion in the kiss. I knew she was having problems with her emotions. I would give her plenty of time to sort things out. I let them go and asked where they wanted to sleep. We all needed rest and time to sort things out. I told then to take the master bed room. I would find somewhere else to sleep. I showed them the cases full of their things. Terry got two gowns from her old drawer. They used the bathroom and went in the room and closed the door. After an hour I looked in on them, they were sound asleep. I sat in a chair and watched Terry sleep. She was very restless. Then she started crying in her sleep. Marie put her hand on her shoulder and she stopped crying and quietly slept. In a little while she started crying again and I picked up her hand and softly kissed it. She stopped crying. I kept holding her hand. Her eyes slowly opened and she looked at me and smiled. Her eyes closed and she went back to sleep. In the morning I woke up when she pulled her hand from me.




Rehab 101



"You held my hand all night, didn't you." Tears ran down her cheeks. She said, "Chucky, I love you, just give me a little time. Thank you, I needed your touch. That was the best sleep I have had in years."



Rehab and the Nurse's Submission



A special story written for a special person in my life.

Chapter 1

"Drug Rehab...how embarrassing.." Beth thought to herself as she clutched her knapsack to chest..And, what made it all the more humiliating was that her mother was right in from of her, checking her daughter in to the 30 day recovery center.

Beth thought this whole situation was being overblown. Yes, she like to take pills and mix them with a few cocktails, but she could stop whenever she wanted...Who was she kidding, she was an addict, you could tell by the dark bags under her eyes, and her cheek bones looked more pronounced as she began losing weight.

Beth looked side to side, fully expecting to see someone she knew who would spread word around town about her "incarceration". Everyone thought the 27 year old blonde was going on a fantasy island vacation for a month.

The ancient looking orderly lead Beth and her mom to tiny single suite, which looked more like a prison cell to Beth. A Prison cell or a room at the insane asylum that is how Beth felt, like she was being treated as some crazy person, and the pale white beige walls and white bed linens only added to the effect.

Her mom complimented on what a wonderful view of the river Beth would have, but the little pill-popper continued her silent treatment of her mother. Beth knew her mom only wanted the best for her, but that didn't stop Beth from acting like a child.

Once alone, Beth sank back in her bed, staring up at the ceiling as tears began to well in her eyes..And, she promised herself, she would never end up here again.

The first few days were absolute torture, filled with long boring group therapy where drug addicts would share their stories....These people belonged here, but not Beth, or so she thought. When it was Beth's turn to speak in therapy, she continued her child like behavior and just said "pass".

She couldn't wait to get back to her room and wallow in her own self pity. The food was horrible, the days were long, and the crummy weather only added to her depression.

That was when Di entered her room.

Di was in her early 30's, and she loved her job at the clinic. She really thought she was making a difference in people's lives, and she treated her patients in a motherly like fashion.

"Good morning" The lovely redheaded nurse said with her ever present smile. Beth just rolled over, planning to ignore this orderly just as all the others.

Di put down the fresh towels on the dresser and introduced herself to the sad looking blonde girl. "My name is Di, and if you need anything at all, please don't be afraid to ask."

Beth peeked over her shoulder and made eye contact with the nurse. There was something about her that reminded her of all the good things about her own mom. She has this aura about her...like a halo was beaming above her head. Of course, Beth didn't let on. But, Di saw the sadness in the young girl's eyes and instantly made herself a promise that she would do whatever it takes to help this young lady get well again.

In the following days, Beth began to open up more in therapy, and it was the thought of the bright honest smile on the pretty nurse's face that gave Beth the courage to speak about her feelings. Beth began to count the minutes before she would see the redhead again, even though she had yet to speak to her. She would just lay in her bed and watch with curious wonder as Di would talk to her like a precious daughter. It made Beth's tummy twist, she had a very weird feeling. This woman would do anything for her, anything at all...it was almost a submissive urge to give all she had for Beth's health.

Their relationship really took a turn when on the 5th day, while tidying up Beth's room, Di accidently knocked a snow globe off the dresser. The glass orb shattered and it made Beth jump.

Beth didn't care about the little trinket, but felt as if she acted distressed, Di would give her more attention "Look what you did...ohhhhhhhhh you're so clumsy!" Beth's words came out harsher than she intended, maybe it was because her body was going thru withdrawal. She was afraid maybe her vocal outburst would push the nurse away, but in her normal saintly fashion, Di came and sat at the foot of Beth's bed. Resting her hand on the young girl's knee 

"ohhh, sweetie, I am so sorry, I can see how much that snow globe must have meant to you." Di knew that recovering addicts sometimes put emotional connections to objects that reminded them of a better time in their lives, and she showed genuine remorse for her. 

carelessness "Surely we can make this right."

Beth was growing brave "That was a gift from my late grandmother....There were only two in existence...and I broke the other one when I was a girl" She didn't know where this made up story was coming from. She had picked up that globe on her trip to Vegas last year. But, that didn't stop Beth from working up some crocodile tears.

"I bet your mother was very upset about the other globe breaking" Di spoke softly rubbing the girl's knee as she made sympathetic eye contact.

"Yes, she gave me time-out and put me in the corner forever" Beth lied.

Di was silent for a few long moments, not even believing the words that were to come out of her mouth "Is that what would make this better? If I went to the corner?" The nurse hid her shock from her own words.

"Well....i guess....umm...what I mean is.....what is someone sees?" Beth stammered out, just as shocked as the nurse with what was unfolding.

The nurse felt more comfortable seeing the girls reaction. She gave Beth a soft smile as she stood. Beth watched the red ponytail of the Nurse sway seductively as she walked to the door and closed it. There were lo locks on the door, but Di had been her long enough to know all the tricks of the trade, and wedge the door shut with a chair under the knob.

Not only was Beth's tummy full of butterflies, but she felt a funny twitch between her legs as Di moved with such graceful submission, cleaning up the mess of broken glass and water on the floor before walking to the far corner of the room.

She planted her little button nose against the crook where the two walls met. "Hands behind my back?" she asked in a humble yet cheerful voice.

"tha...that will be fine" Beth still spoke apprehensively, her eyes darting to the beautiful woman in the corner and the door, fully expecting to be caught.

"You just tell me when my punishment is over" Di cooed. She felt the excitement between her legs as well. This was all very crazy, she had never done anything like this, but was eerily calm and truly wanted to make the blonde girl feel better.

Beth instantly wanted to tell relieve the nurse of her punishment. She clenched her bed sheets as she could feel Di's humiliation..It made Beth feel a sense of power and control in this vulnerable state. She had been checked into rehab by her mother, had her cell phone confiscated, and was pretty much held prisoner in this place.....and here is this woman, submitting herself to be punished like a child for her.....needless to say Beth liked the way it made her feel.

Di knew exactly what Beth was going thru, she had never been an addict herself, but has seen enough to know how powerless the young woman feels. Her eyes focused on the wall, hands folded behind her...She sighed as she felt her nipples rubbing against the plaster wall thru her cotton uniform..

There was no clock in the room, so neither woman knew just how much time passed...And, the only reason Beth permitted Di to leave her corner was "I should be getting along to therapy"

Di smiled warmly as she turned around, bowing her head in a nod as Beth put her feet in into her slippers and picked up her robe and headed for the door. She didn't look back at the nurse, she couldn't she felt embarrassed, and she wasn't the one who was just punished...Her pj pants were damp with excitement as she made her way down the hall.

Chapter 2

The events that transpired were all either woman could think of..And after a day dream filled therapy session, Beth hurried back to her room, hoping the redheaded nurse would grace Bet with her presence.

But, Di didn't reappear that night. Not that she didn't want to, but there was a "code red" meaning an out of control patient..Di rushed to help subdue the man, who was obviously going thru withdrawals, and she took an accidently punch to the mouth which slip her lip...leaving her with a pretty deep cut and bruise.

The next day, Beth was left with a sense of loneliness, but it wasn't just Di's no-show .She missed her friends, her job, and most of all her Mom...Part of the rehab was that she wasn't allowed to speak with anyone not in the facility...and Beth felt awful with the way she treated her mother.

The fidgets were all gone, that part of her recovery was over. Her body no longer depended on the drugs, but in her mind she still needed them. If she had to choose between taking a pill and seeing her mom, it would be a hard decision, and this made Beth feel even worse.

She stared into the framed picture of mother and daughter as she laid in her dark room. "You must really miss her" The voice came form the doorway. It was the nurse, and Beth's smile was suppressed when she saw the wound on the redhead's lip...She wanted to ask what happened, but thought better of it.

"Yes, since my dad left, I am all she has, and...well...she is all I have" Beth wiped a tear away with the back of her hand. The bedsprings creaked as Di took a seat on the foot of Beth's bed.

"only a few more weeks and you two will be together again" the awkward tension about the previous days punishment was oddly absent, both women felt comfort in the others presence.

"This is the longest I have ever been away from her...We are very close....She breastfed me until I was 3" Beth snickered a giggle thru her tears.

"That is beautiful" Di said, subconsciously pushing her own bosom out, which Beth to which Beth took notice. She had a shapely set of breasts...large, thick...motherly..Beth's eyes were transfixed on them. Di knew she shouldn't get to close to this girl; it was unethical and could cost her job. But, this girl had a power over her, she couldn't deny it. A soft sensual power...and Di couldn't stop herself as she unbuttoned her white top.

Beth did not speak, she did not really know what was going on...Di scooped her hand into her bra to expose her left breasts which now hung over her bra cup. "Shh...come here sweetie" Di positioned herself at the top of the bed, taking Beth by her blond hair, she guided the girl's quivering lips to her pencil eraser sized nipple.

Beth resisted only a little, but Di pulled her firmly until the girl's lips were locked over her nipple...Soft child like gurgles came from Beth's throat as her eyes fluttered shut. Di softly stroked her blonde hair as she sighed...It seemed to relieve all the tension from the fight last night that shook the nurse up more than she would like to admit..

Di watched as she young girl fell asleep, still suckling like a baby...Some would think that Di had stolen back some authority over the recovering drug addict, but to the contrary, her submission to the girl grew deeper, and in this moment, she couldn't think of anything she would do to help this girl.

Chapter 3

Beth felt at peace the rest of the week, but Di was having guilt issues. As the nurse walked thru the hallways, she felt like every eye was on her, as if everyone knew how she took advantage of the vulnerable girl. She was trying to help, but she felt like she had stolen something precious that Beth shared with her mother. She avoided Beth's room for the rest of the week.

Beth felt dejected as the days passed without seeing the nurse. Had she done something wrong? She didn't ask to be breast fed, she didn't ask to punish Beth with corner time, it was all Di's idea!

It was noon on Sunday, which was a free day for the patients and only 3 nurse's were on duty in the large facility. Beth was sneaking off to the payphones, she had to call her mom, she needed a friendly voice, as she turned the corner, and she sees Di leaning over a cart near a supply closet.

Beth didn't know what came over her, but she needed to show Di how much her absents has hurt her. She charged the few steps towards the unknowing nurse, pushing her into the tiny broom closet. Di's back slammed against the metal shelves "How could you...Where have you...what the fuck.." Beth stammered out before SLAP*** her hand connected with the nurse's cheek. But the Di did not fight back. SLAP.....SLAP....SLAP Beth faced the redheaded face three more times until her cheeks were as red as her hair.

Di slumped over, defeated and filled with guilt, knowing she deserved this, one of Beth's slaps opened up the cut on Di's lip and crimson blood trickled down her chin. "I'm sorry" was all Di could vocalize.

"You're sorry?!? YOU'RE SORRY!?!?" in her rage Beth tore open the nurse's top, buttons flying as Di gasps, her bra covered chest exposed. The girl rained down a furry of slaps punishing the breasts she had nursed from only days ago. The sharp pains caused Di to slip to her knees.

"NO...STAND UP!" Beth screamed, taking a handful of red hair and pulling the defeated nurse back to her feet. She spun Di around and bent her over dirty mop sink. Not sure what she was going to do next, Di made that decision for her. The nurse hooked her thumbs into her skirt and pulled the white garment to her knees, exposing her plump butt, which was covered in a modest set of white panties.

Di had no idea what she was doing, she had never been into s/m, but this wasn't supposed to be playful and sexy. She had wronged this girl and deserved to be punished.

THUD** the pain was dull and lingered. Beth, in her rush to show dominance over the nurse, misplaced the first spank, and the bone at the palm of her hand collided with Di's upturned buttock, acting more like a punch than a spank.

Beth really wasn't to blame; she had never spanked anyone before. And, she didn't let her first missed strike dissuade her. SPANK...SPANK...SPANK** 

She began to build a rhythm, alternating cheeks, Di's ass flesh giggled on one cheek like an aftershock as the other was being smacked, and by the time the flesh settled, it was rattled again by another spank. Di could no longer stifle her whimpers as her bum really began to sting. The sound of smacking flesh filled the room, and luckily the corridor was empty, so they would not be interrupted. 

Di was keeping a mental count of punishing blows in her mind, but lost track somewhere near 50.

Both women out of breath, Beth finally collapsed on the floor, shaking her hand which was burning. She broke down in tears, but Di was strangely calm. She was panting heavily, but only because of the physical burden the punishment took on her backside. 

Slowly her hands slide her panties to her knees and began to caress her red bum with was hot to the touch.

Di turned around slowly, and sank to her knees on the cold floor, her skirt now bunched up around her ankles. There was along silence as Beth wept and Di thought...Finally the nurse broke the silence. "There is a straight jacket in the box on the top shelf; we use it for manic patients. You could put me in it before you take me back to your room"

Take her back to my room? Straight jacket? Beth was confused by Di's words, having no intentions of taking the nurse back with her. But for some reason, Beth got to her feet, standing on her tip-toes; she found the white heavy jacket.

The strange device looked like an octopus of straps and buckles. Beth held it up to the light to get a better understanding of how it worked. The nurse was humbly helpful, instructing Beth how to bind her in it.

Di had put people in straight jackets before, but had never worn one herself; the thought of wearing it never crossed her mind. But here she was, on her feet her arms wrapped around her body as Beth was behind her, buckling her in tightly. 

Di's chin hung down to her chest as Beth buckled the last strap into place. It was the crotch strap, which dug deep between the naked nurse's labia and buttcrack. This caused the nurse to wince and moan in a combination of discomfort and overwhelming lust.

"Shall we go back to your room now, Miss?" Di was in a submissive state deeper than ever before. Beth, still silent since the spanking, simply nodded, taking her bound captive be the elbow and leading down the deserted hallway to her room.

Neither woman was worried about being caught, even though it was a possibility. Once in the room, Beth closed the door, and Di took the initiative to go to the corner. The same one she was in the previous day, and plants her nose to the wall and waits. 

Meanwhile, Beth collapses on her bed. Confusion fogs her mind, everything has happened so quickly. All she wanted to do was call her mom, and she assaulted an innocent nurse in a broom closet. But, she can't deny the wetness between her legs, no matter how hard she tries.

Form her place in the corner. Di's heart breaks for the girl. She is not concerned about her own throbbing butt or bleeding lip. Her attention is solely on sobs of her new patient/Mistress. She has decided she will devote herself to this young ladies pleasure. 

Her heart pound, what she just experienced has lit a fire inside her, and she craves more...she ants to give more of herself to this girl. But, it saddens her that what just happens has made Beth cry.

But then, through the sad sobs, Di can hear something else...soft moans..and Di smiles as she adjusts her feet...as she hears the sounds of her young Mistress masturbating.



Rehab Assignment



The Rehab Center at the hospital was connected to the Assisted Living Facility. They shared the same kitchens and community rooms.

I was miserable, forty-two years old, my leg broken in four places, pins and screws everywhere. 

Since I lived alone, they recommended two weeks in the rehab facility. I had my meals, and therapy three times a day, but that was it, I couldn't sit up in a wheelchair yet, and even in bed. I could only bend upward so much.

The nurses were nice, but busy. Most patients were far worse off than me. During visitors' hours, friends would stop by, but that was mostly 7 to 9 at night. The rest of the time, an occasional volunteer would stop by with magazines and such.

The third day, my door opened but I couldn't see from my back. "Hello?" the soft voice questioned. 

"I'm awake," I called, happy to hear a voice.

She approached, smoothly, like she was gliding. "Hello, Mr. Brown?" she asked. She had a gentle smile, bright teeth (too bright to be her own), red hair teased high in the seventies fashion. Green eyes, made even bigger by her thick glasses. A lime green pants-suit also from the seventies completed the package. And, oh, by the way, she had to be seventy, herself.

"No, sorry, he got sent home, the other day."

"Oh?" She squinted at her paper. "These people, by the time they assign us to someone, they're gone already! Boy, that makes me mad!"

She was mad, and I had to smile. Her anger would never amount to confrontation, she was too much of a lady! But, it seemed the best she could do.

"Yeah, well, I'm sure they'll assign you to somebody."

"Yes, I suppose." She was about to leave and stopped. "I swiped a deck of cards from the Rec Room for Mr. Brown, would you like them?"

"Thanks, but on my back, it's hard to play."

"Well, I'm so sorry to bother you."

"No bother, it breaks the monotony." I heard her shuffle off, then shuffle back. "Excuse me?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry, but my name is Rose Taylor. I live and volunteer here, or at least try to."

"Hi, Rose."

She smiled. "The thing is, if I go back there, it could be days before I get another assignment. And I was thinking... if I could read for you? A book, or newspaper? I mean... I don't want to bother you, but..."

I was going crazy lying here staring at the ceiling. Rose seemed well-intentioned, and even though we had nothing in common, I liked her. "Okay."

"Really?" She was so excited. She pulled up a chair, took out today's paper. She's read an article, then we'd discuss it. Lunch came, and the nurses brought a lunch for her, since she was in the living facility anyway, and they knew her.

She left for dinner, knowing visiting hours were coming. She gave me a warm smile and pat on my hand as she left. "Tomorrow again?"

"I have therapy at 7AM, any time after that is fine."

"Okay, Honey, you have a good night."

At 8AM, she was back. They had cranked me up some more, almost sitting. She seemed surprised. "Oh, I guess you can read for yourself now."

"But who would I discuss the articles with?"

she smiled broadly. She wore an identical pant-suit, this one in bright red. I thought, this woman was a real babe back in the day, I bet.

At dinner time, she said, "I guess you must be getting tired of me."

"Why would you say that, Rose?"

"Well, I know you're just being nice to me. I mean, I'm old enough to be your mother. I must be boring the heck out of you."

"Not at all. For one, you're much prettier than my mom ever was. All dressed up every day, just for me! Of course, if you're ready to move on..."

"Not a chance, Mister! Harry, do you stay up late?"

"Yeah, I can't sleep in here. Luckily I have the room to myself, I stay up watching TV, just to do something."

"Would you mind some company, you know, after Visitor's hours?" she asked, too shyly and quietly. Her face seemed different, more edgy.

"Oh, sure, Rose. If they let you come over."

She almost whispered, "I'll see you later, Honey."

After evening meds, the nurses are busy with paperwork. Occasional glows from TVs are the only lights from rooms. It was this kind of light that Rose slipped into, still dressed in red. "Hi," she whispered. 

She leaned down and kissed my cheek. I don't know why, but I instantly felt the sexual tension. She had cologne on, just enough, and her eyes seemed more made up. They darted everywhere.

She smiled as she came and sat by the bed, holding my hand. Continuing to whisper, she said, "I hope dinner was good, we had meatloaf, your favorite. I thought of you the whole time."

I nodded, "U, thanks, Rose, you look nice tonight," not sure what to say.

She seemed pleased. Now she had both hands holding my big mitt. "Anything good on TV? Oh, Leno, this is a rerun. I watch all the time."

Something very different was going on, and we were suddenly long-time friends. I looked at her in the glow of the TV, and her eyes were bright with excitement. There was more going on than I knew. But I had a feeling I'd find out, soon. 



She turned and stared at me, smiling but not speaking. I met her gaze. I was curious but it was her game.

"Harry?" She asked, gripping my hand tighter. "I hope you won't think poorly of me, but I wanted to... to let you know, that if I can do anything, anything, to make you more..., relaxed, I want you to know I'm here to help."

I was anything but relaxed now. "Um, thanks Rose, you've been great, I really appreciate it, the reading and our chats..."

Her head was shaking. "No, Honey, I mean... " Her eyes were aimed right at my crotch. Rose looked back into my eyes. "You're a young man with needs, Baby."

I felt my cock tingle. It had been a while and the thought of sex, the vibes in the room went right to my root.

"I know I'm not your type, but if you close your eyes..."

"Here?"

"No one cares, Harry. The other wing, Assisted Living, is like Peyton Place sometimes."

She had slid off her glasses, making her seem blind, like hiding behind a secret. "I just prefer younger men, men who need me, I like to help men during troubled times, like now. Can I help you, Harry?"

Her hand was under my blanket now and she leaned closer and it moved across my belly, then down. I was half-hard when she reached it, and she wrapped her hand around it.

I watched in amazement as she lowered the sheet. "Shhhh, that's right, Rosie will take care of everything, baby."

I looked down at it, pointing toward Leno, and watched her red hair move over it and it was gone! She took it in one move, slurping saliva around it, making sexual noises that said she'd done this numerous times before. My head rolled back and Rose was right: If I closed my eyes, she could have been any woman.

She jerked as she sucked, really working me over, in a hurry and so was I. The slurping was louder and her rhythm was faster. I heard myself grunt as she worked me over, faster.  

"Oh Rose," came out as I let loose, shooting into her hungry mouth. To my surprise, she swallowed, all of it! This woman was trooper! She stayed on me until I was flaccid, drawing every last drop, then tucking me back in and patted my crotch.

She rose up to kiss my cheek. In my excitement, i grabbed her and kissed her firmly on the lips, forcing my tongue. I wanted to thank her for the glorious BJ. She seemed surprised, but kissed me back just as firmly.

She broke the kiss, smiling softly at me. "Did I do okay?"

"You were fantastic, Rose, unbelievable!"

"I'm glad, Baby. Any night you want me, just let me know, okay? It's my way of helping as best I can."

She came back every day after that, with 3 or 4 nightly visits a week. Many months later, I paid her a visit. But that's another story.



Rehab Duty Nurse



As a private duty nurse, I am well paid. Getting dressed for my next assignment I get out my favorite uniform. Since home care assignments like these allow me more flexibility in my dress, locations of work and hours to work, I have really enjoyed the new found freedom's it brings. I am called today by the staffing office and informed I have been re-assigned to a new case, and will be working there for the next few weeks. Never having had a live-in assignment, I am excited at the opportunities.

They tell me I am to report to the county hospital, and assist my 'charge' with the paperwork and get the transfer to home process started. They tell me the patient is an adult male, mid 30's, an athlete who was in a car accident and has been in a coma for a few weeks. Recently, he regained consciousness and is now progressing swiftly through his rehab and is set for discharge in a few days. He is paying extra just to have his own private staff of RN's to watch him during this recovery period. BJ, he is called, is still an inpatient and they want me to stop by today for my approval interview and to get acquainted with his rehab and personal cares routines.

I am told to report at the county hospital at 12noon. I am early and can see that the lunch trays have yet to be distributed, so I ask the ward clerk if I can take in the tray to BJ, as I am his home care nurse. "Go, right ahead, we can take any help we can get!"

So, after locating the tray, I look for BJ's room. Oh, lets see, I think it should be down here at the end of the hall. Yes, there it is. I knock. "Come in.' is the meek reply from within. An attractive man greets my smiling face, about the same age as myself, and he has just pushed himself into his wheelchair, preparing for the food he could start to smell wafting into the rooms. He is very pleased to see that someone finally brought him his lunch! Such service in this dump. "I'll be glad to be out of here soon and back in my own home." "Hey, who are you?"

"I'm Rachel, the nurse from the home health agency. I am going to be your private duty RN and, it's nice to meet you too," I say under my breath, convinced this jerk is a real control freak and spoiled rotten! I can see why the agency assigned him to me; my track record with these types of cases is a record yet unsurpassed by other RN's in the agency.

I move the tray table closer to the wheelchair making it easier for him to reach his meal. "How do you like your food set up?" I ask.

"Just throw that slop on the damn table and I may decide to eat it!" BJ grumbles.

"What else would you like to know about me, that, is, if you can manage to interview me and eat lunch at the same time!" I retort.

BJ realizing he has been a bit rude to his new caretaker apologizes. "I'm sorry, Rachel, it's just been so long that I've been cooped up in this dump, and I'm really looking forward to going home."

"Apology accepted," I said softly. After eating most of his lunch, BJ says, "the floor staff around here never have time to do much personal care for me, do you have time to give me a bath?"

"Sure," I say, as I look to assemble the needed equipment. BJ has already learned how to move himself from wheelchair to bed and back, but cannot easily reach all areas of his body that need bathing. So, once back in bed, I begin my labors.

I can see why the staff around here don't always give him the attention he needs, what with his attitude and all. I can't help it if some drunk driver injured him, I can only help him if he really wants to get better, and I tell myself....

The water is soapy from the bar of soap on the wash cloth. I reach down and pull the sheets back to expose one of his massive legs. What definition these types of athletes can get, I think to myself. Impressive! Grabbing the foot first, I gently rub the cloth around the toes, first, and then down around the ball of the foot, following the arch to the heel. Looking back at BJ, and noting the surprise in his eyes as he sees what care and nurturing touch I use. "Wow, no one else has even touched my feet before, let alone, in the arousing manner you're doing right now!"

I surprised even myself at the out of character performance I was making! I have never thought of a patient as a sexual being, they are always a body with an ailment that I can ease. Realizing the arousal of my own body, I continued. Slowly, and with more soapy suds from the warm basin, my clothed hand moves up BJ's leg, stopping at the knee. "How far can you bend your knee?" I ask. And he promptly shows me that he has full range of motion, pulling the foot up to his groin area. This motion has exposed his loins, which I happened to glance at, in the surprising movement of the sheets. "Oh, I see you have more 'movement' than I had expected!" I say, smiling and winking one eye. BJ's cock has moved off the bed a bit in the response to my catching sight of it.

"Higher, bathe me up a little higher!" BJ requests. Re-sudsing the cloth on my hand, I approach the thigh. The definition is rippling the cloth as it guides my hand upward. Now getting a little concerned that we may be interrupted, I say, "hold on, and let me lock the door....". BJ smiles in response. "Now this is the type of therapy that will get me out of this fucking joint! Remind me to give my agent a bonus, I'll really have to show him the MONEY!" Moving my clothed hands again back to the thigh, I lean on the bed. BJ's arm and hand are close enough to reach my body, and he pulls me closer. Facing each other, my hip resting on the side of the bed, with my hand finding his manhood, I begin to 'scrub'. Mmmmmmmmmmm.... can be heard from the bed. BJ's hand has reached up to the front of my bodice, attempting to loosen the front buttons. Enjoying the feel up from through my uniform, I press my chest into his awaiting hand.

Moving my cloth-covered hand from BJ's loins, I move slowly up his abdomen, caressing it. From below, I can see his cock beginning to grow. From my nursing training, I know that he should be able to handle more...and 'always wanting for further the recovery of the patient by any means'.... I move closer.

His chest is huge. The pectoral muscles are pointing out at me, waiting for their cleansing.... Rolling on his side, to allow easier access to me, BJ reaches across the bed with both hands and finally undoes the buttons to my uniform. Rubbing the cloth more firmly over the great pectoral muscles, BJ does the same. HMmmmmmmmmm....my tits are perking under his hands. To squeeze them is the same as using one of those grip strengtheners, which I see lying on the windowsill. Enjoying his newfound rehab and bathing regimen, BJ says, "come closer." Still standing at the side of the bed, my large tits now hanging, protruding from their release of my lacy bra, BJ begins to suck. First the right one and then the left. While he sucks, I return to my bathing. Taking the cloth back over his belly and down to the pubic area. Massaging just above his erect penis, I can see the lusting his penis has for my body. Asking him how much cardiovascular workouts he has had in his rehab, BJ, replies "well they make me walk the stairs with those guide poles, and then the walkways... but nothing like this! I can handle this," BJ says with a big grin.

His cock protruding from underneath my cloth, he begs me to 'join' him in bed. With my tits sagging down into his happy mouth, I climb up on the bed, positioning myself on top of his growing shaft, and then easing myself down... BJ is surprised at how wet I am... thinking he is an invalid, who could not turn on a department store mannequin, he is very pleased with his agent. Stroking my tits with his tongue, as I expertly maneuver on his cock, hmmmmmmmmmm's can be heard growing in slight intensity. Riding BJ's cock up and down, deeper, deeper, more, more, more...oh...My eyes open, I check to see that my 'therapy' is tolerable. From the expression on BJ's face, I can see it is most acceptable. His cock is so hard; I can feel it half way up in my tummy. Carving out pieces of my pussy, and slapping our bodies with my juices.... with each plunging depth.... I begin to smile. Today I thought would be just another ordinary day...taking care of some ungrateful patient. Feeling our urges close to climax, I turned on the TV to drown out our anticipated moaning, the cloth from the bath now draping the side of the bed, long since forgotten. Cumming, cumming, cumming, together, and together, more, more, more.... I worry that this is too much for him, but as I look down, I see a most approving grin. So close now...so close, I can feel our bodies blending as one. Each rise and fall of our bodies is felt and echoed by the other, our efforts now synchronized. Practically writhing in pain, the pain of love, I feel him cum, deep within my drenching pussy. And I smile. Today wasn't so bad after all!

I ease off the bed and explain that he has had enough therapy for today and that I would expedite the discharge plans to later today or tomorrow, as I was eager to get more of him. BJ smiled and said I'm ready for more now, baby! Well, just think of all the interesting possibilities and freedom's we will have at your house. Free to explore more rehabbing exercises and moaning...BJ smiled. Now he understood.

I left him then, after cleaning up our mess and giving him a very wet passionate kiss. I regrouped as I headed back out to the floor of the hospital and looked at the assignment board, to find his nurse. I see that it is Valerie and I ask a nurse who is at the desk charting if she is she, and if not how to find her. The nurse looks up from her charting and says, " Yes, I'm Valerie, what do you need?" I begin to explain to her that the patient has arranged for private duty home health nurses and that I was to begin his discharge plans. Valerie informs me that, "Everything was all set for tomorrow, but if you are here and he wants to go, then I don't see what the problem is with leaving now."

I pop my head into BJ's room and say it won't be long now. BJ says, " That is correct, and growing!" I chuckle to myself and go back to the desk. After signing the papers and arranging for some transportation, I get into my car and head over to BJ's to prepare his place for him. He should be right behind me in about 1-2hours they said. He gave me his keys and directions, which were very easy to follow.

I find an elegant manor out in the country, down a winding road, flanked with tall willow trees. A small bridge connects the road to the driveway over a small stream, that you can hear babbling. I drive up the long approach, and park my car just near the garages. The place looks a bit deserted, but clean and tidy. After opening the door, I discover that this place has been shut up the whole time he has been gone. They must have laid off the house staff. My tour of the house begins in the foyer, black and white marble tiles, and a beautiful winding staircase w and open lofted view of the first floor. I bring in the groceries I bought on my way over here and unpack them. I have my special spaghetti recipe planned for dinner and a great bottle of Gerwerstdaminer chilling in the refrigerator.

I then take my search upstairs, as that is where he'll have to live until able to maneuver the stairs alone. Hard wood floors in the hallway make our moving about much easier than thick pile carpets. 5, 6, 7 bedrooms, plenty of space for me and potentially other staff. I finally find the master suite. Done in navy's and beige, I love it immediately. I know that I will be sharing this room of the house the most, and proceed to hang up the few things I brought with me.

As I finish, I can hear the van pulling up. I go down to meet them at the door. BJ has this most excellent expression on his face, like a newlywed going into their honeymoon suite.... The transport crew has agreed to carry the chair and assist BJ up to his room and help me get him settled. And then they leave us alone.

With BJ sitting there dangling on the side of the bed, I can see a growing bulge in his lab, apparently very happy to see me and still planning to give his agent a bonus. In the time it took me to go to my place to collect my things, and complete the other arrangements, I was able to change clothes and prepare my body for a day of fucking. I always love to wear my black thong that starts at the neck, crosses between my large tits, and then creases through my pussy on its way back to the neck, under my clothes.

I approach the room w two glasses of wine and the bottle sitting chilled in the vase by the window. The sun is dancing through on the Persian carpets that grace the hard wood floors here in this elegantly laid out suite. The room had a couch and chair for meetings, and a walk through closet with a chair. And a bathroom with a Jacuzzi big enough for 2 people to lie down in and float.

As my hips come closer to the bed, BJ looks up and says, "I've been resting all day for this!" And is eager for more rehab. He grabs a soft hold of my skirt and raises it up to display my stockings and garter.

"Wow, no panties? Were you expecting me?" He says with a crafty smile.

I nod, softly to the side, and spread my legs a little.

BJ moves his hands from the fabric of my skirt to the softness of my skin, and begins to rub the insides of my thighs, then around the tops of them back to my tight ass. Fingering me with the right amount of firm pressure and my body prepares. My pussy is getting wet and warmer with the caressing of the thighs. His hands move higher, under the garter now, releasing the stockings as they fall to my knees. Pulling me closer for his hands to work harder, I recover my balance by widening my stance. His fingers are on my mound, stroking the thick black bush and the velvety skin beneath. Fingers pointed to the floor, with the palm on my mound; he eases a finger down under the hood of my clit.

"Ooh," I sigh, as my thighs clench his hand.

BJ senses that this pleases me and propels his fingers deep into my clit and pulls it out of its natural hiding place. Circling it with his index finger, his thumb pressing up on my mound, the sweet nectar of my pussy begins to emerge on my labia, coating his hand. Reaching down further, he finds my hole, ready, wet, and wanting...in response, he inserts two fingers, and plunges back and forth, rocking my pelvis closer and farther from the bed. It is so good I almost loose my footing and tumble down on top of him, but regain it in time, with a smile. The honey of my loins is smacking under his touch. Drenching us both with the sweetness of our labors. And then I cum, on his hands, moaning, my back arched, my thighs squeezing on his hand, not wanting the pressure to relinquish. "Mmmmmm," is all I am able to stammer out.

So pleased am I that he took me first, I kneel before him and free his member from his pajama's. Stroking it with my mouth and tongue, the pole is growing out into my face. Reaching up and pulling at his balls, helping them fill with the juice I crave; I bite down on the shaft. "Ouch... don't stop...oh, baby" can be heard above me. I smile and turn my face to see his, our eyes meet, my suction grows tighter. Continuing to insert his long cock, hard under my skills, deeper into my gaping throat, I hummm hummm hummm on it. Licking it now, from the outside, up from the hairy mound, down to the exposed head, I can see a few drops of pre-cum forming at the tip. I reach over with a finger and collect this fluid, and smear it on my exposed bosom, rubbing it in firmly. It makes for a wonderful natural moisturizer. Repeating these movements, BJ takes away my hands and massages the 'oil' into my large breast tissue. The warmth of his hand makes my nipples firm and red-hot.

Returning my attention to his pole, I insert it again. Its so long it gags me, and tickles him. Wanting to eat it, I remember the biting from before, and begin to take small chews out of it. BJ moans in delight. My teeth exposed on the shaft, it removes and inserts itself along my open path, and the sensation is most arousing. I can feel and see the growing size of his balls, knowing he will cum soon. I return my gaze into his eyes, and ask for directions. He says, "more," under his breath. Again, kneading the balls with my thumb and index fingers, their skin is a deep purple tone, I can sense impending delight. My thirst increases. Closing my lips down on the shaft, resuming the suction that I enjoy so much, and can begin to feel the spasms from within the organ. The tip points higher into my mouth suddenly, and I am greeted with a juice that has yet to be bottled. Sucking on his penis like a straw, I drink. 7,8,9 jerks, drenching my face and throat, I cannot collect it all fast enough, as I look like a toddler eating cake with ice cream. This cream though is warm, and sweeter, and more fun to eat.

BJ's head is lowered near his chest with fatigue. A silly grin possesses his face. The cum now quenching my thirst, my loins aching in my own response... leaves my pussy dripping down my leg. I move to stand. BJ reaches over for one last grab of that sweet pussy juice to quench his own thirsts. And I lie him down for a well-deserved nap.

I move to the other room and unpack. I think this assignment could be a long, long, long, fuckingly good one. And I smile to myself as I lay down next to him, having since returned to the main part of the room, here containing, and our bed. We sleep.



Rehab Ravishment



This is my first story so be gentle and enjoy. Would appreciate feedback!

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I was only one week away from graduating from college when I tore up my knee in a pick-up basketball game. I had to wait for two weeks for the swelling to go down before I could have surgery to repair it. My operating surgeon told me the rehab would take 18 months before I would be able to fully return to physical activity. I had been through rehab before, having had 3 previous knee operations, so this was old hat to me. What was going to be new this time was my physical trainer. Her name was Andrea. 

She was beautiful. Andrea was 5'8" and weighed about 130 pounds. She had shoulder length brown hair and her face reminded me of Jessica Simpson. Her figure was well toned, as her job required it, and she had a very nice pair of tits. They weren't huge, probably a C cup, but I couldn't tell for sure as she usually wore a zip-up sweatshirt during our sessions. Her ass was amazing, and I consider myself an ass man. She, however, was very strict morally, and always wore plain white cotton underwear. They were quite big and not something I found sexually appealing. Despite her "granny panties" I still found her very sexy. I think it had a lot do with her looks, but she also was in a position of power over me, and worked me quite hard during my rehab sessions. 

I always felt there was an unspoken sexual tension between the two of us. We flirted, but it was very mild and no one else seemed to pick up on it. I knew she was married, and trying to have a kid, but I knew I would have to fuck her before I finished up my rehab. With each session I became more and more aroused, and more committed to my goal. Not of getting my knee back to 100%, but to having my way with Andrea. 

As I neared the end of my rehab, and my knee began to allow me more and freedom with what I was allowed to do, my rehab sessions became more and more intense. I was able to play basketball against Andrea. While she concentrated on how my knee looked and performed, I concentrated on rubbing against her during the games. I would let her back me down into the paint while I rubbed my crotch against her ass. I could have sworn I felt her rub back too. I would also find ways to rub and make contact with her beautiful breasts. There was no way she could have thought it was an accident after so many times, but she never said a word, she would just smile at me. 

I had finally made it to the end of my rehab time, and my knee was working perfectly. All that was left to do was have my final re-evaluation, an insurance company requirement. I scheduled it for late in the day on a Friday, and purposefully not shown up on time. I was scheduled as Andrea's last patient, at 7:30 p.m. I called the office at 8:00 and explained I was running late, but asked if we could still take care of it that night. Andrea agreed but told me that she wasn't supposed to let anyone in the rehab center after hours. I had to keep myself from sounding excited over the phone, and was able to control myself. That would be the last time that night I would have that ability. 

I showed up at about 8:15, and the reception desk was dark and there was only one light on in the back near the rehab center's separate workout room. I walked on back and Andrea was in the office for trainers filling out some of her paperwork. I thought about taking her right there, but decided to wait until she got me up on one of the trainer tables. I had not worn underwear under my mesh shorts, so I knew she would be unable to not see my semi-hard cock. 

I was going to give her a chance to initiate, but if she didn't I was going to have my way with her, whether she liked it or not. Andrea turned around and saw me standing there.

"Hi." She said in her friendly tone.

"Sorry for being late, thanks for staying late to check me out." I responded.

"No problem, my husband is out of town so I have nothing to do at home anyways" She explained.

My mind instantly realized that I could keep her here and play all night without her damn husband knowing. This certainly was going to be a night to remember. 

"Hop up on the trainer table, let's measure your leg muscles and check your range of motion" She said.

I lay on my back as she raised my left leg up toward the ceiling to check flexibility. I felt my semi-hard cock flop out of the right leg of my shorts. She saw it and gasped.

"Um, Craig?" Andrea softly said.

She looked a bit uncomfortable, but didn't stop looking at it. I played dumb, until she pointed it out to me. 

"Sorry, it's laundry day. I don't have any clean underwear." I apologized.

I knew what she was thinking, but also knew she wouldn't act on it. I was going to have to get aggressive.

After she had checked my flexibility, it was time to head into the fitness center room that was only for rehab patients. On the walls surrounding the room were various pieces of exercise equipment. The floor was carpeted so that would be easier on our naked bodies I thought. I followed behind her, as I always did, and began rubbing my cock through my shorts.

As soon as she hit the light switch I made my move. I came up behind her quickly and grabbed her with one arm around the waist, the other grabbed one of her luscious tits, and I pressed my growing cock up against her ass. She jumped and shrieked as I grabbed her.

"What are you doing? Let go of me Craig!" Andrea shrieked. 

At first she struggled to get away, but I whispered in her ear that she had teased me long enough during my rehab, and I was going to get what I wanted. Just then I swear to god, she rubbed her butt back against my cock, but she also called me an asshole and screamed. I clamped my hand over her mouth and worked her to the ground. I pulled on of her arms behind her back and kept my other hand over her mouth. My cock was growing bigger and harder rapidly. I continued to grind it into her ass. 

"Andrea you are mine for tonight. Anything I want to do we will do. You will enjoy this much more if you relax and accept the situation." I explained to her.

She nodded her head. 

"Stand up and strip for me." I demanded.

She nodded again and I got off her. Andrea slowly stood up on shaky legs. First thing off was that stupid zip-up sweatshirt she always wore. She kicked her shoes off and then off came her shirt. She had a nice flat stomach and sported a modest white bra. I told her to take her pants off next. There were those damn granny panties again. I informed her that she was never to wear those again when she was with me. She gave me a confused look and then nodded. Off came her bra to reveal a beautiful set of tits, with little nipples. Then off came the panties. I picked her panties up, which were sopping wet, and pocketed them. 

I chuckled and said, "You must really be enjoying this A."

She didn't respond but her body sure was. There was juice running down her thigh and her nipples were pointing straight out. I began to disrobe. My shirt and wife-beater came off quickly. As I was taking my shorts off she tried to run towards the front exit by the receptionist's desk. I lunged out and grabbed her, dragging her to the floor. 

"Please let me go, Craig." Andrea pleaded.

"Don't you know that you want this? Why did you try to escape? I'm going to have to punish you now," I said. 

She didn't say anything, but whimpered. I held her down with one arm while I took my shorts the rest of the way off. I sat down and pulled her across my lap. My cock was jabbing into her stomach. I started rubbing her creamy ass cheeks and then SMACK! 

"Ow!" Andrea cried out. 

I smacked her again, but this time she moaned in response. She started to roll her hips which made my erect cock rub against her stomach. I continued to smack her ass, alternating cheeks until her butt had a warm red hue to it.

"Are you going to try to run again?" I asked.

"No" Andrea said with a defeated tone in her voice.

"Good, now get on your knees" I instructed her.

She did so while wiping tears away from her eyes. I moved in front of her and my hard 7-inch cock was right in front of her face. She gasped.

"My husband's isn't that big," she said. 

"Well, then I'm going to teach you a few things. Now suck that dick!" I told her. 

She began to lick the tip and around the sides but I was impatient. I roughly grabbed the sides of her head and forced my cock into her mouth. She gagged, but I offered no relief. I fucked her mouth with wild abandon. 

I yelled out, "Take that cock you little slut! You know you've wanted this all this time!" 

She only moaned something I couldn't understand. I looked down and saw her left hand rubbing her pussy. 

"I knew you were a little fuck slut, you love this!" I yelled. 

I felt my balls begin to tighten and wondered if she had ever swallowed a load. Well, she was about to swallow one that I had been saving up for her for quite sometime. She sensed my impending explosion and tried to back away but my hands clamped down on her head even tighter. I pumped a few more times and let out a guttural groan. My balls exploded in orgasm. I shot spurt after spurt of my hot load into her mouth and throat. I had never come so much and some started to leak out of the corners of her mouth. I pulled my softening dick out of her mouth, and Andrea tried to catch her breath as my cum slid down her throat and dribbled down her chin. 

"Clean up what you didn't swallow." I ordered her. 

Her tongue darted out to lap up what cum of mine had leaked out of her mouth. She smiled up at me again while continuing to rub her womanly mound between her legs. 

"Mmmmmmm, tasty" she replied. 

"Stand up, bend over and grab your ankles." I barked.

I knelt behind her and started to lick behind her knees, tracing what had leaked out of her honey pot and made my way upwards. Andrea moaned slightly as I got closer to her pussy. With her legs spread her pussy and ass were open to me, and I dove in. I first licked around the folds of her lips. She tried to push back against me, but I was in charge and backed off each time she did. I made my way up to her asshole and as my tongue lapped at it, she jumped.

"Don't touch me there, that's dirty" She begged.

"You are going to love this A, I swear!" I assured her. 

As I licked her little brown hole more, she relaxed more and moaned louder. I then quickly spread her hole apart and stabbed her asshole with my tongue. She was really grinding her hips, absolutely loving this new sensation. I pulled my tongue out and traced my way to her pussy. I attacked her clit with wild abandon. My tongue rolled over her button and slid in and out of her lips.

"Ooooooh, that feels wonderful." She quivered.

Andrea was really moaning and rolling her hips. My cock was almost back to full mast, and ready for more action. I ordered her onto her knees and knelt in behind her. 

Andrea was on the verge of cumming, and I knew I wouldn't last long inside her tight pussy. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, while Andrea kept rocking back into me, yearning for more contact. I finally relented and speared her pussy with one quick stab.

"Oh my god, fuck me hard!" Andrea screamed.

She let out a scream that curled her toes. I began to furiously pound away at her. I had my hands gripping her ass and slamming her back into me as I thrusted forward into her. After a few minutes of relentless pounding, Andrea's breathing got ragged and she was meeting me with every poke into her tight wet pussy. I knew she was close to cumming and so was I. I smacked her ass once and then slid my index into her already filled pussy. She screamed, but was about to scream more. I withdrew pussy juice covered finger all the way into her virgin asshole. That sent both her and me over the edge and I filled her convulsing pussy with my seed.

"Oh my God! I'm cumming!" Andrea screamed between ragged breaths. She collapsed and I fell on top of her, with my softening dick still inside her. 

I rolled her over and kissed her cheek. I then told her how this would work in the future.

"You will be mine whenever I want. Sometimes I will give you warning and other times I will just take you. Sometimes it will be in the parking lot as you walk to your car, other times I will get you at your house after your husband goes to work. Whenever I choose you will be mine, and will do what I say." I explained.

"If I ever catch you wearing those granny panties or you aren't neatly trimmed there will be a punishment, understand?" I asked.

Andrea diminutively nodded and smiled, "Yes, Craig, I understand." 

I kissed her and got my clothes on and left. I left her lying naked on the floor with my seed leaking out of her cunt, and swirling around in her stomach. That night Andrea was my slut. She would be my slut many more times, but this one would always be special. 



Rehabilitated



This is a sequel to Rehabilitation, if you havent read it I suggest you read it before reading this one otherwise things wont make a lot of sense :)

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Zo had been living with Mick for months now, he had adjusted to his new life and was looking for a job, but was having no luck. While he searched Mick had no problem supporting him. They lived together and got along well. They never even fought, usually.

"I'm sorry, Zo I just cant do that." Mick said for the fourth time.

"But that's what I need!" Zo shouted. He had grown a lot less shy in the past few months and was capable of speaking his mind, about everything.

"Why? You're not a slave anymore Zo, you're free why cant you just enjoy it?" Mick asked.

"I do! But being a slave is what I'm mean for. You don't understand." Zo sighed, defeated.

"I'm sorry, sweet thing. I just don't know how, I cant." Mick hugged him. Zo had been 100% perfectly happy, almost. The only thing in his new life that he didn't like was that Mick treated him with complete equality in every way. Of course that was good in a few ways, a lot of ways. But he couldn't help but miss that satisfaction you get when you please you're master. They had tried talking about it but Mick didn't understand the need to serve, and Zo didn't understand Mick loving him to much to ever treat him like that. While their usual sex was good, amazing even, it wasn't completely what Zo needed and so he was left.... unfulfilled.

The arguments didn't happen often, but when they did they were explosive and usually one of them would leave for awhile. Usually Mick. But other than that Zo loved their time together, he felt loved and wanted and it was the best feeling in the world. Mick had to work a lot but Zo didn't mind, knowing what kind of people he helped.

"Babe I was thinking." Mick said one morning while they were making breakfast together. "You need a job and one of the best things that the agency could use is an employee who's been there and back." Mick said. Zo looked at him questioningly. 

"Someone that the recovering slaves can trust. You were treated horrible and you survived. I think could really help them realize that it gets better and they can survive." Mick said while sipping his coffee.

"I would like to help people." Zo said.

"I'll talk to the boss about it if you want a job." Mick said, Zo nodded excitedly. 

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A week later Zo was starting his new job. He wasn't to go on rescue jobs like Mick would, but would spend time with the recovering slaves personally. He would make sure they had anything they needed and would supply them with it if they didn't. Many of the slaves would open up to Zo faster then other people since they knew he had been through what they had. It made Zo feel like he had a purpose. He was able to help people, more importantly people who were going through exactly what he had. The only thing he didn't like about the job is that it would remind him of what he was missing.

Often times he would think about how he wasn't a slave anymore, and even though he was glad he wasn't abused or beaten anymore, he did miss it. Mick didn't understand and Zo couldn't make him understand, which meant that he was left unfulfilled. Sometimes at night after he and Mick made love he would sit awake and think about his old life. The things he missed and the things he didn't. Mick knew he was unhappy but couldn't bring himself to fix it. Zo tried to hide it but Mick knew him to well.

"I wish you weren't so unhappy, love." Mick kissed his forehead as he caught his breath after sex one night. 

"I'm not unhappy." Zo looked up at him and smiled.

"Maybe not unhappy, but not completely content." Mick said. Zo wrinkled his nose and turned his head.

"I wish I could understand." Mick said. Zo stayed silent. Soon he heard Mick snoring softly and curled up in his arms before falling asleep himself.

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"Hi, Marni. How are you?" Zo said as he stepped into Marni's room. She smiled and sat on the bed. She was getting more social with each of his visits.

"I'm good." She said.

"Good. So I have some news for you." Zo sat down on the bed, he didn't know how this would go.

"Really?" She looked confused.

"Yup, it's been decided that in about a month, you'll be put on auction again." Zo said, Marni stayed still and emotionless. Zo noticed her hands were shaking though.

"Don't be scared, Marni. I'm in charge of putting you up on auction and I promise I wont let you go to a bad home." Zo said. "You trust me don't you?" Marni nodded and gave a weak smile.

"I'll make sure you get a really nice master, Okay?" He asked. Marni nodded.

"Good, now that that's out of the way, how about something to cheer you up?" Zo glanced outside to make sure no one was looking before he pulled out a chocolate bar. Marni's eyes lit up. 

"You gotta share." He said and smiled. He broke the chocolate into two, giving Marni the bigger piece and they munched on it silently. Marni had gained weight and was now at a healthy weight, she had become more talkative and was much more open. She was happy, and ready to go back into slavery. Even though she was nervous.

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A month later Zo received the notice that someone wanted to buy Marni. He looked over the guy's file and did a background check on him. He seemed nice enough and owned three slaves already. Zo got off work and headed towards the guys house. The house was somewhat small, but cute. Zo stepped up the two small stairs to the front door and knocked. He tucked the paper with the address into his pocket and waited. A man opened the door and Zo recognized him as the man who wanted to buy Marni.

"Hello, I'm Zosimos from the S.P.A.," Zo showed the man his badge confirming he was who he said he was. 

"Yes, can I help you?" The man looked surprise. "Am I in some kind of trouble?" He asked.

"Not at all," Zo smiled. "I'm the person in charge of making sure Marni gets to a good master. I was wondering if I could have a look around?" Zo said. The man looked relieved.

"Oh, of course, please come in." He smiled and moved aside so that Zo could step inside.

"So Mr....." 

"Just call me Zo." Zo smiled at him.

"Zo, what exactly are you looking for?" He asked.

"Nothing specific. Just making sure Marni goes somewhere nice." Zo smiled. The house was kept clean and was large enough to hold four slaves and their owner. 

"And you have three slaves now, correct?" Zo asked. 

"Yes, do you want to meet them?" He asked.

"That would be great." Zo stopped and the man called out, moments later three slaves came into the room. Two men and a woman. 

"This is, Zo. He's here to make sure this is a good home for Marni, the new slave I was thinking about purchasing." He said to the other slaves. They all looked well fed and were free of any cuts, bruises, scars, or any other injuries. 

"May I speak to them alone, please?" Zo asked. He nodded and left the room.

"So, I want to know what you all thing of your home and your master." Zo sat down on a couch. The slaves stayed silent for a moment before one of the men spoke up.

"Master Rick is really nice." He said. The other two nodded in agreement.

"He never hits you or miss treats you?" Zo asked them all.

"No, he feeds us whenever we are hungry and makes sure we are healthy and have somewhere warm to sleep." The girl said. Zo looked through the files and saw he took all of them to see a doctor once a month, none of them had any reported health problems. Zo was pleased that such a nice man wanted to give Marni a place to belong. Then he noticed the redness around the smaller mans wrists.

"What's that?" Zo pointed it out. The smaller man looked down at his wrist, he looked up and gave a smile.

"Master Rick likes to tie me up." He said.

"He's into bondage?" Zo raised an eyebrow, the small man nodded. 

"But I don't mind, I like it and he knows it. If I'm ever uncomfortable I just tell him to stop and he will." The small man said. Zo nodded. 

"Well, I think that's it for you guys. Oh, can I see where you sleep?" Zo added after a second. They nodded and showed him upstairs. Two of them shared a room and one of them shared a room with Rick. After checking the rest of the house and talking to Rick again Zo was pleased with Marni's new home.

"So how did I do?" Rick asked nervously.

"Good, I think Marni will be very happy here." Rick smiled. The two shook hands and Zo left to go tell Marni the good news.

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"Good news, Marni." Zo said as he walked into the room. Marni looked up and sat in her normal seat on the bed. 

"I checked out that guys house." Zo said, Marni listened closely. " He seems really nice, and I think you will be happy there." Zo smiled. Marni's face was split by a large smile and she hugged Zo roughly. 

"When do I get to go?" Marni asked.

"It should be tomorrow actually. This is probably the last time i'll get to see you." Zo frowned. Marni's smile vanished and her eyes filled with tears.

"Come on now. You're going to a new home and you will make new friends. He has three other slaves, all of them seem nice. His house is beautiful. You wont even miss me." Zo said. 

"Yes, I will." Marni whispered into his chest. 

"You will be happy with you're new life." Zo smiled at her.

"I wish you were." She said. Zo was taken aback.

"I am happy. Mick treats me well and I get to work doing something I love." Zo said.

"Love more than being a slave?" Marni asked. Zo was silent for a minute.

"Mick cant, and wont, treat me like a slave. Even if I do miss it, I cant expect him to do something he is trained to believe is wrong." Zo said.

"And he cant expect you to give up something you love just to please him." Marni said. 

"We're slaves, it's our job to do things that we don't like to do to please others." Zo argued. 

"I'm a slave, you're not." Marni said.

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Zo sat on the bed quietly thinking. He looked around the loft, before stripping down to his briefs and crawling into bed. He pulled Mick's pillow to his face and inhaled deeply.

"Why have the pillow when you can have the real thing?" Mick smiled. He dropped his jacked on the floor before kicking off his shoes and crawling into bed once he was down to his briefs. 

" 'cause maybe the pillow will give me what I need." Zo said bitterly. Mick paused.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? I thought you were happy?" Mick said. Zo sighed and sat uup, holding the pillow in his lap.

"I am, I love you and I love working where I do, and I love living here, I love my new life." Zo said. "But I cant help but miss my old one." He added quietly. Mick sighed.

"We've been over this, you don't deserve to be treated like that." Mick rubbed his brow in frustration.

"But I like it. I'm not asking you to beat me half to death, I'm just asking for a something small; a collar, or when we sleep together tie my hands together, give me orders, don't ask me what I want, just tell me to do it!" Zo shouted.

"You want me to take away your rights!" Mick shouted back.

"I want you to grow a pair!" Zo yelled back. Mick wrapped a hand around Zo's throat and pushed him down on the bed, applying a small amount of pressure.

"Like this? Is this what you want god damn it?" He whispered angrily. Zo struggled for breath, his cock was hard instantly and it took everything he had to stop from cumming right there. He nodded his head quickly though. Mick looked down and saw his hard cock and the wet spot on his briefs. Zo panted and tried to thrust his hips up. He hadn't felt this rush of not being in control in so long he had missed it. 

"You really like this?" Mick asked, done being angry. Zo nodded again, still struggling slightly for air.

"Uh huh." He squeeked out. Mick looked at him silently for three seconds before squeezing his neck hard. Zo gasped and tried to stop from cumming but the forgotten sensations came flooding in and he couldn't stop himself. He blushed and opened his eyes and saw Mick looking at him with a look he didn't understand. Mick removed his hand from around Zo's throat and sat up, giving him room to sit up straight. He sat up and rubbed his neck for a moment before blushing and looking away from Mick.

"That alone made you cum?" Mick asked surprised. Zo sat silently but nodded. Mick sighed.

"I'll think about it. Lets go to bed m'kay?" Mick asked. Zo nodded. Mick slid out of bed and grabbed a warm washcloth. He stripped Zo of his briefs and wiped away the remains of his release. He crawled into the bed and pulled Zo to his chest.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

A week later nothing was said about what happened that night and Zo was beginning to think that Mick had forgotten. He finished a long day of work and walked into the loft to find it completely dark. He paused and looked at his watch, Mick should have been home. He hung up his jacket and moved to close the door when he saw the envelope. 

Bedroom 

was written on the single piece of paper inside the envelope. Zo felt something heavier inside and pulled out a black collar with silver tags on it. He read the tag and was surprised when it said

Zo

968 Columbia lane

(530)324-2463

Zo felt his cock stir in his pants and swallowed. He put on the collar and found it tight enough to remind him that it was there. He walked towards the bedroom and saw the ribbon glass panels were shut. Zo could see the colored blur of a man behind the glass. Zo found another note on them. He read the single word on the paper.

Strip.

He thought for a moment before he stripped completely, so he was only wearing his new collar. He pushed open the panels and stepped inside the room. He held back a gasp when he saw Mick standing there. Shirtless, with tight black leather pants on. The room was illuminated by red candles that glowed and flickered softly. Mick stood in front of the bed with his arms crossed over his bare chest. Zo's cock sprang forward and begged to be touched. 

"On your knees." Mick said quietly. Zo didn't hesitate to drop down in front of Mick.

"Is this what you wanted?" Mick asked. Zo nodded silently. "I have a few conditions." Mick said, he walked around Zo slowly. Zo waited patiently.

"One, you cant call me master." When Zo said nothing he continued. "Two, I wont hit you. Three, I wont call you slave." When Mick finished he paused a moment.

"Anything to say?" He asked in his new commanding voice. Zo cleared his throat.

"Can we make a compromise?" Zo asked, voice shaking with need.

"Go on." Mick said, finally stopping in front of Zo.

"If I cant call you master, can I call you sir?" Zo asked.

"Deal." Mick said.

"I want you to hurt me, but what if you don't leave any permanent marks?" Zo said. Mick hesistated.

"Okay fine, don't break the skin." Zo said.

"Deal." Mick agreed.

"And if you wont call me slave, can you call me.... other things?" Zo asked, he was to embarrassed to say it.

"Like what? You really want to be treated like this. Don't you, slut." Mick said, letting Zo know he agreed to his terms. Zo's cock jumped and leaked more juice. This time he couldn't hold back the moan. "You do like that, don't you?" Mick smiled. His smile quickly vanished. "Get on the bed on your knees, slut." Zo climbed up on the bed in record time and made sure his legs were spread enough.

"Eager little thing aren't you?" Mick laughed. Zo smiled and blushed. He suddenly felt Mick's warm hands on his ass cheeks and gasped. Mick slowly kneaded and massaged the round globes, watching his hole twitch in anticipation. He put a thumb on the tiny pucker and rubbed small circled on it. Zo let out a long moan, and was met with a solid smack on his ass. His ass began stinging from the spanking but his cock dripped more.

"Be quiet." Mick said. Zo bit his lip to keep making more noises. Mick moved around and stroked Zo's face gently. "Get my finger nice and wet for your tight ass." He said. Zo sucked his finger into his mouth and gave him a sample of what he could do to other parts of the body. Mick pulled his finger away and replaced it back at Zo's tiny pucker. Zo prepared himself and felt Mick slide his finger into his tight little hole. He whimpered and Mick stopped. He bit his lip again and Mick continued pushing his finger into Zo's warm ass. 

He pumped the finger in and out before adding a second and a third. By the third Zo was moaning and writhing on the bed and could do nothing about it. He panted and his dick had created a wet spot on the bed under him. He had his chest pressed down on the bed and his ass in the air openly. Finally, Mick had had enough. He lined his cock up with Zo's hole and rubbed his cheeks.

"Push out." He said. Zo did as he was told and felt Mick slide into him all at once. The familure burn invaded his body and he moaned loudly. Mick held still while he adjusted and listened to him pant and whimper. He felt a small twinge of satisfaction somewhere deep inside him.

Soon he began thrusting slowly in and out of Zo's warm channel. He picked up speed and soon he was pounding in and out of his tight butthole. Zo gasped and cried, his cock leaking and bouncing with each thrust. The only sounds in the room were grunts and sighs, along with the slapping sound of someone getting a good fucking. 

"S-sir, please sir. Can I cum?" Zo begged. Mick thought about making him wait but could see the hot need on his face. His mouth was open and he was panting heavily. His new collar glowed in the candle light and the soft red glow made his flushed cheeks brighter.

"Yes. Come for me, slut." Mick bent down and as Zo began cumming he bit his neck hard. Zo cried out in pleasure and Mick focused on marking Zo as his. He released the tender flesh and pulled back on Zo's hair. He filled him with his hot seed and the two collapsed, panting and covered in Zo's release. It took a moment before either of them could speak, but Zo was the first one.

"T-thank you, Mick." He gasped, still out of breath and dizzy. 

"I love you and I only want you to be happy. This is what you needed." Mick said. 

"I love you too." Zo whispered, he began falling asleep. He felt Mick get up and clean both of them off before climbing into bed and falling asleep with Zo in his arms. 

~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Zo woke up and felt the new, yet familure, sensation of a collar around his neck. He moaned and snuggled into Mick's warm embrace. He could hear him snoring softly and knew he was still asleep.

'Now I have the best of both worlds.' He thought to himself. 'A master who can take control and tell me what to do, someone I can please. And a caring lover who only wants to make me happy.' He thought to himself.

"Lucky me." He whispered. Mick stirred behind him and cuddled him closer to his chest. He giggled quietly and let Mick hold him. But soon he couldn't sit still any longer. He tried to squirm away without waking Mick but had no success. 

"Nuh uh, no, not happen. Go back to sleep." Mick kept his eyes closed but shook his head, squeezing Zo harder.

"I have to piss, lemme go." Zo giggled. Mick seem to consider this a moment.

"You're coming back?" He asked.

"Yes." Another second passed with no change and finally he let out a displeased sound and released Zo. Still without opening his eyes. Zo did his business and then crawled back into bed. The spot he had occupied before was still warm and Mick quickly pulled him back to his chest.

"Was last night what you wanted, pet?" Mick asked, Zo's heart skipped when he called him pet.

"Yes, sir." Zo turned in his arms to face him. Mick smiled at him warmly and Zo returned it.

"It wasn't as bad as you thought, was it? Can we do it again?" Zo asked. Mick sighed, defeated.

"No it wasn't that bad, especially seeing you like that. I'm glad I could please you." Mick said.




Rehabilitated



"I liked that side of you. I couldn't be happier right now." Zo snuggled into his warm embrace.

"Good, that's all I want for you." Mick said. He sighed and released Zo. He stood up and pulled on a pair of boxers and Zo did the same. They showered and got dressed. Mick noticed Zo kept his collar on under his shirt. He was worried that someone would see it but Zo covered it up so no one would be able to tell. 

"So what are you doing today?" Mick asked.

"I'm going to go check on Marni." Zo said.

"Oh That's right she got her new home last week didn't she?" Mick said, when Zo had started working at the S.P.A. Mick had dropped Marni so Zo could treat her. They had gotten along so well, he thought it would be good for Marni.

"Yeah, and what about you?" Zo asked.

"Theres been a rumor about some chick mistreating her slaves, starving them and what not, going to go check that out." Mick said. Zo smiled and kissed him quickly.

"What was that for?" Mick smiled and rubbed the spot on his cheek lovingly.

"Nothing, I just love you." They shared a quiet gaze, neither of them had to say anything to know how the other was feeling.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Zo arrived home and was pleased at how Marni was doing. It was obvious she had made friends with the other slaves and was getting all the love that she needed from her new master. Zo kicked off his shoes and saw Mick standing at the kitchen. He seemed to be lost in thought as the food in front of him was getting cold fast.

"Babe? Everything okay?" Zo asked. Mick snapped out of his thoughts and smiled.

"Uh, yeah." He glanced at the food before throwing it away. 

"What you thinkin' about?" Zo asked. Mick sighed.

"Well, I just got a call." He said.

"And?" Zo was starting to get worried.

"My parents are coming for a visit. Of course they give me no warning and just drop in like this." Mick seemed panicky. 

"What's wrong with me meeting your parents?" Zo asked. Mick looked at him silently.

"My parents own slaves, Zo. They're not...... I'm not..... grr.... We aren't a lot alike, is all." Mick said.

"What do you mean?"

"They don't treat their slaves very well, I mean they're not abusive but they don't see slaves as people. They hate my job and.... I havent told them about you yet." Mick said. Zo felt a stab of pain.

"Are you ashamed of me?" He asked quietly.

"No! No, baby no. I just.... I'm worried about what they're going to say. They knew about Rhombin and after.... you know... they had an 'I told you so' moment." Mick said.

"That's awful! But I'm not a slave." 

"I know that, but just because you were they aren't going to see you as.... you. They will see you as a god damn used piece of furniture." 

Zo stood silently. For a moment.

"Maybe I should just get a hotel room or something while they're here." He said. Mick sighed.

"No, I'm not going to let them kick you out of your home. You're my love and you're staying here. They can deal with it or get the hell out." Mick said, and wrapped his hands around Zo's thin waist. Zo smiled and leaned into his touch.

"We handled an abusive master, getting you out of slavery, healing your wounds physically and mentally, getting you integrated into society, and dealt with our own personal problems," Mick tugged on his hidden collar at the last part, "I'm sure we can handle my parents." 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

"Micky, we're here!" He heard his mother sing, while knocking on the metal sliding door of the loft. He sighed and looked at Zo, here we go. Zo gave a reassuring smile and Mick opened the door.

"Hi, mom!" He said and hugged his mother before shaking hands with his dad.

"How are you doing, son?" His father asked in his deep gruff voice. Zo stood back and watched patiently. At first no one noticed him but soon his mother saw him while Mick was shaking hands and talking to his dad.

"Micky, who is this?" She asked. 

"Mom, dad, this is Zo. We're together." He said, and stood by Zo slinging his arm over Zo's shoulders.

"Oh, Zo, what an.... interesting name." His mother said, she shook Zo's hand but when she pulled away she discreetly wiped it on her skirt.

"It's a slave name, mom. He's an ex-slave." He said.

"Oh.... you really think it's a good idea after the last one, dear?" His mother asked, pointing to Zo. Zo blushed and looked down at his feet, uncomfortable.

"Mom! HE is good for me, and 'the last one' was Rhombin." Mick said. His mother sighed and moved towards the kitchen.

"I don't know why you insist on giving them names, Mick. Has it made you anything to eat today?" His mother asked while she began peeking in the fridge.

"Mom, I'm not going to tell you again. HIS name is Zo, he is NOT a slave, nor will he ever be again." Mick said, not leaving Zo's side.

"Then why is it wearing a collar?" His mother asked. Zo had insisted on wearing his collar proudly.

"That's a choice we made together. It's concerning our personal life, and does NOT mean he is a slave." Mick said. His mother sighed and rolled her eyes, muttering something.

"Son, are you sure about this? After Rhombin...." His dad trailed off.

"I know dad, but Zo and I have talked about this and we love each other. Nothing is going to go wrong." Mick said. His dad sighed.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Zo." He held out his hand.

"Nice to meet you, sir." Zo squeaked out in his small voice.

"Please, call me Joe." 

"Okay, Joe."

"Nancy, why don't you leave their damn kitchen alone and come meet the boy." Joe called out.

"By the looks of this kitchen, it has never seen cookware before in its life." Mick's mother called back. Mick sighed and leaned down to whisper something to Zo.

"Don't mind her, sweet thing." His words caressed Zo's ear. Zo nodded silently. 

The next few hours passed painfully and dinner was even worse. They sat around the black table eating the dinner that Zo and Mick had made together. 

"I really don't know why you insisted on cooking, Micky. That's what it's for." She gestured to Zo who sighed and dropped his silverware onto the table.

"Mom, would you please just call him by his name?" Mick asked.

"They don't deserve names, Micky. They're objects they don't have feelings." She gestured to Zo.

"Maybe I should just go get a hotel room, Mick." Zo said. 

"No, I'm not letting you get run out of your own home by my parents." Mick turned to his parents, "Mom,dad. I demand that you treat Zo with the respect he deserves, if not then I'm going to have to ask you to leave. He is part of my life, and I love him. I wont let you bully him because of your prejudice idea's." Mick said. Silence came across the table and Zo fought to keep the tears out of his eyes. The fact the Mick would stand up to his parents like that for him was the most beautiful thing he had ever felt. He knew what it was like to be wanted.

"Well the, I guess we are leaving." His mother stood up and put her napkin down on the table. She picked up her bag and turned to see her husband still eating peacfully. 

"Joe, come on, we are going." She repeated. 

"No, I think I'll stay here with Zo and Mick." He said. She glared at him before storming out. 

"Thank you, dad." Mick said.

"You're welcome. Now, what's for dessert?" 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Three day's later it was time for Mick's parents to return home. Zo had grown fond of his father but his mother still treated him like a piece of furniture. 

"Bye, Joe." Zo waved as Joe picked up his bag and began heading out the door.

"Bye, Zo. It was nice meeting you." He smiled and shook Zo's hand. "Take care of Mick, Okay? I know he seems tough but he is a softy at heart." He whispered so only Zo could hear. Zo smiled and nodded his head in understanding. Joe hugged them both before leaving. Zo watched him get into a car with Mick's mother and drive off.

"So, we survived." Mick said, pouring himself a cup of tea. Zo stepped away from the window and accepted the steaming cup of peppermint tea.

"That we did." He nodded and took a sip. Mick pulled him over to the bed and they snuggled quietly while sipping their drinks. When Mick finished he began peppering Zo's face with sweet kisses. Zo smiled and put down the rest of his drink. He returned the kisses and snuggled deeper into Mick's arms. He could taste the sweet peppermint on Mick's lips 

"I would love to take this farther," Mick said. "But I'm exauhsted." Zo let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh thank god, Having your parents here has worn me out. Maybe tomorrow?" He smiled. Mick gave him one more kiss before turning on his side so he was facing Zo. They fell asleep wrapped in each others arms

~~~~~~~~~~~ 

A month later Mick was perfectly happy. His job was great, his home was great, his lover was great, his father was great, his mother.... not so much, even the sex was great. He hoped Zo was adjusting well to his new life, especially since they started with the 'not-slave not-master' play. 

"I'm home early, sweet thing." He called out while closing the loft door behind him. He held the single red rose in his hand and searched for his M.I.A lover. "Zo?" He called out. 

"In here." Zo sounded tired.

'Hope he hasnt had a bad day.' Mick thought to himself. 'Well if he has then I'll just have to fix it.'

He turned into the kitchen to see Zo standing over the stove.

"What's this?" Mick asked.

"You caught me, I wasn't expecting you home until earlier." Zo gave a fake frown.

"Caught you doing what, exactly?" Mick asked. Zo sighed.

"Since Master never needed me to cook, I never learned how. But it's something I'm interested in and something I wanted to do for you. So, I've been taking cooking classes." Zo blushed. "It's the anniversary of when you saved me, a year ago today." 

"You remembered." Mick smiled and showed him the rose and box of chocolates. Zo smiled and took the presents before hugging Mick tightly and giving him a kiss.

"You too. I was worried that you wouldn't..." Zo's face lost the bright smile as he looked away at the stove. Mick pulled his face back to his with a finger.

"Don't doubt how much I love you, okay?" He said. Zo's smile began to return slowly. 

"What are you making?" Mick tried to peek at the food but Zo pushed him back, he wasn't anywhere near strong enough to actually push him but Mick humored him and stepped back.

"No peeking! It's a surprise, just let me do this m'kay?" Zo pushed him to the table. Mick sighed and sat down, waiting patiently. A few minutes later Zo came out with two plates and a single candle. Mick lit it for him and waited again. Zo turned the lights down and turned on some soft music, before bringing the food out. Mick could smell the food before he saw it.

"Oh good god." He said, when Zo put down the plate of food. "What is that godly plate of food?" Mick asked.

"Duck breast and pomegranite sauce. Hope you like it." Zo sat down and watched Mick take the first bite. He sighed and melted in his chair, chewing the food slowly.

"Oh god, I'm so glad I saved you." He began eating again after swallowing the first bite.

"I'm glad you like it." Zo smiled and took his first bite.

"Have I mentioned that I love you lately?" Mick said seriously after taking a couple of bites. Zo smiled.

"You could stand to mention it more." 

"I love you, Zo." Mick leaned in to kiss him. Zo met him half way and they shared a quick peck before returning to their food.

"I'm hoping you have dessert too?" Mick smiled, once his plate was nearly licked clean. Zo laughed.

"That, I do." He stood and took their plates into the kitchen. He returned with a single plate covered in a napkin.

"Come on, I want this one in bed." Mick raised his eyebrows and wiped his mouth with his napkin before following Zo into their bedroom. When he got there Zo was already stripped and in bed with the plate of food. 

"Hurry, it smells so good." Zo said. Mick climbed into bed and put his face next to Zo's neck, he gave a soft bite and enhaled deeply, smelling Zo's shampoo.

"Oh, yes it does." He heard Zo giggle. Zo put the napkin aside and showed Mick the dessert.

"Chocolate walnut tangerine tart's." He said. Mick's mouth dropped open. Zo took the chance to pick up one of the small tarts and put it at Mick's mouth. He took a small bite and, for the second time that night, melted. 

"I didn't think it was physically possible, but I love you even more." Zo giggled. They fed each other the sweet desserts before Mick put the plate aside and straddled Zo's thin body.

"You already had dessert." Zo teased.

"What can I say? I'm greedy." Mick smiled. He sucked on Zo's neck, making sure to leave his mark. Before moving down and sucking on each of his nipples. Zo moaned and tossed his head to the side, starting to pant with lust.

"Gonna make you feel good, baby." Mick said, kissing a trail down Zo's thing chest. He finally got to Zo's cock and enhaled his scent. 

"Mmmm, this smells even better then dinner did." Mick smiled up at Zo and took his cock into his mouth. Zo squeaked in pleasure and pushed his hips up. Mick held him down and teased him with his warm mouth. After a moment Zo couldn't take it anymore.

"My turn." He pushed Mick off of his cock and rolled him onto his back. He straddled Mick as Mick had done to him, but made sure his cock was wedged between his tight globes. He moved up and down slowly, teasing Mick's cock as it twitched and leaked.

"Oh god, baby you feel so good." Mick tried to push into Zo's tight hole, but Zo pulled away.

"Ugh, you and you're teasing!" Mick growled. Zo giggled and playfully bit the tip of his finger, acting innocent. Mick growled and put both of his hands on his firm nipples to tease Zo. It soon became a silent competition on who could hold out the longest, and Mick was losing fast. He played with Zo's little hard cock and his peaked nipples. And Zo teased him with his warm ass. 

Finally he couldn't take it any longer and pulled Zo up, before pushing him back down on his engorged cock. By the time he did so, Zo's hole was already well lubed with his juice and he slid in easily. Zo hissed and wiggled down on his large pole. 

"You lose." He grunted as he tried to adjust to the invading member. 

"I'll show you who loses." Mick rolled them over without pulling out and pushed Zo's knee's up to his chest. Zo gasped and held his legs.

"Ready?" Mick asked. Zo nodded wordlessly. He began pumping in and out of the tight hole and tried not to cum. He didn't want this to be over yet. He moved until he hit Zo's prostate and continued grinding against it. 

"Mick, gonna cum." Zo squeaked out.

"Do it baby, cum with me." Mick thrusted inside one more time before filling Zo with his seed. He heard Zo whimper as he squirted his cum inside him. Zo's cock began to twitch and he watched as his tiny lover covered his chest in warm spunk. He pulled out and cuddled up next to Zo.

"I love you, sweet thing. I hope you're happy here." Mick kissed his forehead.

"I love you, too. And I couldn't be happier." Zo tried to catch his breath.

'I finally belong somewhere.' Zo thought as he drifted off to sleep with his lover.