Rehabilitation

"Why would anyone do that? Especially a slave. We fight everyday to survive, how could he give up that easily?" Zo seemed almost angry.

"I don't know. He never talked to me about it. I could have helped him." Mick couldn't hold back the tears any longer and they began falling onto the clean sheets. Zo wiped his tears away and scooted next to him. He hugged him tightly and let Mick cry into his shoulder.

"I know you loved him.... But it wasn't your fault. He was just..... Tired. The life of a slave isn't an easy one." Zo said. Mick looked up and kissed him. He licked gently at Zo's lips and Zo opened, giving him entrance to his warm mouth. Mick moaned and pushed Zo down on the bed. He ravished his mouth with his own and their tongues danced. Finally they had to pull away for air. Zo gasped for breath and his lips were swollen from Mick's rough kisses.

"What?" Mick asked, when he saw Zo blushing. Zo looked down between them and Mick saw he was as hard as a rock through his pants.

"What? You've never gotten hard before?" Mick laughed and licked at Zo's lips. Zo shook his head.

"What do you mean no? You were a sex slave." Mick said.

"I never.... I never enjoyed it, sir." Zo blushed harder. Mick was honored that he could make Zo so hard with just a kiss.

"Well... How does it feel?" Mick smiled. Zo blushed harder and pushed his hips up to rub his cock against Mick's leg. Mick chuckled and took Zo in a passionate kiss again. He reached down and touched Zo's hard cock through his jeans and began squeezing and rubbing the hard muscle.

"Feel good, baby?" Mick asked. Zo discovered something he liked even more then Mick saying his name, calling him baby.

"Not used to being touched." Zo purred and nuzzled his face against Mick's neck.

"Well you better get used to it fast, love.'cause I'm going to take you to places you've never been before." Mick smiled and crawled down Zo's body He pulled down his thin pajama pants and sucked his hard cock through the thin fabric of his briefs. Zo moaned and thrusted his hips up.

"Please, more sir. Please!" Zo begged and Mick obliged. He pulled down the thin briefs and sucked Zo's hard length into his mouth. Zo cried out in ecstasy and thrusted his hips up further. Mick held his hips down with one arm while he used his other to gently massage Zo's balls.

"S-sir, may I cum?" Zo gasped. It was clear that he was using every last bit of will to keep from Cumming. Without removing his mouth from Zo's hard dick, Mick nodded his head yes and sucked Zo to oblivion. With a cry of passion Zo filled Mick's mouth with his hot seed and Mick greedily swallowed it all down. After taking a second to catch his breath he reached for Mick's own cock. But Mick pushed his hand away. Zo cocked his head to the side and, for the first time, Mick blushed.

"I uh, finished when you did." He smiled. Zo's mouth opened and his eyes widened in shock.

"Thank you, master." He said.

"I'm not your master, Zo. We're equals. And I love you more then anything." Mick kissed his eyelids gently. Zo smiled.

"How do you know you love me more then anything? You only admitted it not to long ago." Zo said.

"I just know." Mick shrugged.

"Just like I know that I'm meant to be a slave. It's who I am." Zo shrugged.

"We will talk about that later. Now I want to sleep." Mick smiled. Zo smiled back and when Mick laid down he snuggled up next to him, with his head on Mick's chest. Mick used one hand to stroke his hair gently until they were both asleep.

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Mick got up early and saw that Zo was still sleeping peacefully. The only thing Zo liked more then mornings was sleeping. Zo explained to him what it was like trying to sleep as a slave, and he could clearly understand why the young man loved to sleep so much. Mick knew this was a big day but didn't let on to Zo how big it really was. He got up and walked down to the other side of the facility to the office area of it. The part of the facility where they handled things like payment, treatment, finances, business, budgeting, what to do with recovered slaves....

Mick greeted the woman at the front desk and asked her if she could bring up Zo's file. He showed her his I.D. And she pulled up the file for him to see. It was, as he expected, determined that Zo wouldn't be able to return to slavery due to him being injured. He thanked the woman before leaving. He sat in a park that he often went to when he had to think. He thought of what Zo would do with his new life. He knew that 98% of slaves didn't make it in the real world. They had never worked, had little to no education, were to timid, and their looks and past would make them an obvious target for normal people. It might as well have been a death sentence. He decided that he had to ask Zo to stay with him. Forever. He knew he loved the little man and Zo loved him back. But enough to stay with him. And then they would have to determined where their relationship would lay. Between 'just friends' and 'master and slave' was where their relationship was.

He went and bought a handful of flowers and a chocolate bar (Zo's favorite treat) before heading back to Zo's room at the facility. Once there he opened the door just in time to find Zo looking around the room, with sleepy eyes, for him. He walked up and kissed him on the lips.

"Good morning, sweet thing." Mick said. Zo smiled and stretched before he was as awake as he would ever be.

"I brought you something." Mick handed him the flowers, but kept the chocolate bar hidden for later.

"Theyre beautiful!" Zo purred. He smelled them and stroked their soft petals.

"I have some news for you, sweet thing. I guess it's up to you to decide if its good or bad." Mick said. Zo looked at him and took his hand before smiling to reassure him.

"I checked this morning, and its been decided that you cant return to slavery because of your leg." Mick said. Zo's eyes widened with fear and sadness.

"But I don't know how to do anything besides be a slave." Zo said.

"I know, sweet thing. But the decision is made. I don't mean to hurt your feelings but... No one would buy you. You're scarred and have an injured leg. You cant be a sex slave or a worker. Theres nothing you could do." Mick stroked his face gently as tears fell. He took him in his arms and hugged him tightly.

"I'm sorry, sweet thing. I wish there was something I could do." Mick said. Zo cried into his chest for awhile.

"But I was thinking, Since you will be in the general public soon. Why not move in with me. I make enough money to support both of us, and you need a place to stay." Mick said.

"But you don't want me as a slave." Zo muttered through his tears.

"No, I don't. But that doesn't mean I don't want you. I love you, sweet thing. And it would be a joy to have you stay with me." Mick kissed his nose.

"I feel so useless. At least when my master had me I was of some use to him." Zo cried.

"As a punching bag? Is that the kind of life you want? 'cause I will give you anything, sweet thing. Anything but that." Mick held him. Soon Zo had cried himself to sleep and Mick laid him down gently on the bed before curling up next to him.

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Zo woke up and he could feel Mick's body against his own. The warm presence would normally comfort him but today it only brought him worry. Worry about what the future would bring. All he knew was how to be a slave. He had grown up with lessons on taking a beating, giving pleasure, and not caring if you receive any yourself. Not lessons on math, English, or anything else you would need in the real world. He didn't know what to do. He wasn't useful as a person, and he wasn't wanted as a slave.

"Morning." Zo could feel Mick's smile on the back of his neck and it did cheer him up.

"It's the afternoon. We slept to long." Zo whispered.

"I don't care, I like sleeping with you." Mick said. Zo giggled and Mick laughed from behind him. Mick tightened the arm that was around Zo's stomach and nuzzled the back of his neck.

"Love you, sweet thing." Mick mumbled.

"I love you too." Zo sighed in contentment. He knew Mick wanted him, but he felt so worthless. He could offer him nothing, not even his body.

"What you thinking' 'bout?" Mick asked.

"About how I'm no use to anyone anymore." Zo mumbled. Mick propped himself up with one arm and rolled Zo so he was looking down at him.

"Don't ever think like that. For all I know That's how Rhombin was thinking before he...." Mick swallowed roughly as tears threatened to spill over.

"I would never do that, Mick." Zo put a hand on his shoulder. Mick nodded silently before he could speak.

"I know. Just don't scare me like that, okay?" He said. Zo nodded and the two shared a quiet moment, holding each other.

"I hate to go, but I do have work to do." Mick said. He stood and began putting his shoes on.

"Mick." Zo's voice stopped him. "What do you do besides take care of me?" Zo asked.

"I have other slaves I help rehabilitate. Why?" Mick asked.

"Just wondering, I want to learn more about jobs since I have to live in the real world soon." Zo shrugged.

"You want to come along? I think some of the other people I help would like to see it from a point of view like yours." Mick said.

"You wouldn't mind?" Zo tried to hide his excitement.

"Of course not, Not going to lie though. It's hard work." Mick said. Zo jumped up and slipped on a pair of tight black jeans and a black button down top. He grabbed his Black ergonomically designed walking cane which matched his outfit perfectly, all before Mick could get his shoes on.

"Damn, calm down sweet thing." He laughed and stood, planting a kiss on Zo's forehead.

'Maybe living in the real world wont be so bad, if I get to do it with Mick.' Zo thought.

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Mick made his normal rounds before they stopped at a room and Mick turned to Zo.

"This ones a little skittish. Her master was awful, made yours look like a saint." Mick growled. He opened the door and it was dark in the room. If Zo didn't know any better he would have thought the room was empty. But in the corner crouched a young woman, no older then 19. She flinched when Mick turned the lights on.

"Hey, Marni." Mick smiled warmly. The girl refused to take her eyes off Zo.

"Marni, this is Zo. He was a slave too. He cant be a slave anymore, he has to live outside of slavery soon." Mick said gently and put down a tray of food. She gave a small wave to Zo and he waved back.

"Zo, this is Marni. I rescued her two months ago. She's making a great recovery, I'm lucky I got to her before her master did anything drastic." Mick smiled. She smiled back and slowly inched her way up to the food tray. She picked a few pieces of fruit and some slices of cheese off of the plate before sitting on the bed and savoring each bite.

"Marni, do you mind if I step out for a moment? Zo will stay here with you, he's harmless I promise." Mick joked. Marni glanced at Zo.

"It's true, I am." Zo nodded innocently. Marni laughed.

"I'll be right back, girly." Mick smiled and stepped outside the room, leaving the door open. Zo stood awkwardly for a second before Marni scooted over and gave him a place to sit on the bed.

"Hi." Zo squeaked. Marni smiled and offered him a piece of fruit. Zo took it and they ate in silence.

"You and Mick love each other." Marni said. Her voice was light and delicate like a feather. But she didn't whisper.

"How could you tell?" Zo asked.

"The way he looks at you. My master would look at me like that sometimes. But then he would get angry and beat me." Marni said.

"My master wasn't like that. He was always mean." Zo looked down at his feet. He rubbed his bad leg, a nervous habit he had acquired.

"Do you ever miss your master?" Marni asked.

"Yeah... I don't know why but I do. You just get that feeling when he's controlling you... Like-"

"Like that's what you were meant to do." Marni finished. Zo nodded his head silently. Mick stepped back into the room and paused at the silence.

"Everything okay?" He asked. The two nodded, smiling. Mick shrugged and finished checking on Marni. Once they left the two walked through the halls silently.

"What did you and Marni talk about?" Mick asked.

"Stuff." Zo shrugged.

"Like?" Mick prodded.

"It's stuff that normal people don't understand." Zo shrugged.

"Slave stuff?" Zo nodded his head.

"I want to understand. I want to understand how you think and how you feel about what happened to you. I know there will always be some things I wont get, but can I at least try?" Mick stopped and face Zo. Holding his shoulders, rubbing them gently.

"It's just that.... Being a slave feels right. It's what I like to do. I'm not saying I liked it when my master beat me, or that I'm lazy and I don't want to work. Being a slave is work. More work then normal people could ever understand. But putting your entire being, your body and mind and soul, into making someone happy... It's just right. And when you do something good you see that light in their eyes and no matter how they treat you, you know that they love you more than anything. Can you understand that?" Zo asked.

"No, I cant. Your master was a sick man. And I never saw an ounce of love in his eyes. But I understand that that's how you feel and I cant change that. I don't ever want you to feel like I don't accept you, in any way shape or form, including how you feel about being a slave." Mick said. Zo smiled and leaned into Mick as they walked.

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Three days after their conversation in the halls, Zo was released from the facility. Mick helped move what little he had (just a few clothes) to his new home. Mick's loft was large. The large metal door slid open to the living room. The hard wood floors were nice on Zo's bare feet (he hated shoes) and the black couch was as comfortable as any bed, though Mick was glad when Zo asked if he could sleep with him. The bedroom was just an elevated section of the floor. The bed sat in the center of the elevated spot. And the only things that served as walls for the bedroom were pivoting panels with ribbon glass and wood that could be opened or closed. They wouldn't make it completely secret. But the glass distorted the image enough so it would only look like blurs of color if they were closed.

"Hope you like it." Mick said as he closed the loft door behind him.

"I do." Zo said as he looked around.

"Here, I cleared out a space for you in the closet." Mick led him into the bedroom.

After putting what few clothes he had away, the two decided to share a shower. Under the warm water they kissed and touched each other teasingly. Mick brushed Zo's nipples lightly Zo gasped and returned the favor.

"Turn around." Mick whispered in his ear. Zo opened his eyes and looked at Mick.

"Not that, just trust me." Mick said. Zo paused a moment before turning around. Mick got down on his knees and spread Zo's warm round globes apart. He drank in the sight of Zo's tiny pucker before diving in and licking the little rosebud.

Zo gasped and pushed back onto Mick's loving mouth. Mick reached around and began jerking Zo's cock. Zo moaned and whimpered in pleasure. Mick gave his hole one final kiss before turning Zo around and swallowing Zo's cock.

"Mick... so close." Zo gasped. The water fell down his hair and dripped down his face, to his chest.

"Cum for me, sweet thing." Mick pulled his mouth away long enough to speak, before swallowing Zo's short length again.

Zo cried out one last time before flooding Mick's mouth with his hot cum. Mick greedily swallowed it all before standing and sharing a kiss with his smaller lover. Zo could taste himself on Mick's tongue and purred at the intimacy. Zo looked down to see Mick's cock still rock hard. He got on his knees and put the head into his mouth. He fondled his heavy balls gently before he began deep throating Mick's 9 inch member.

"Oh shit, you're good at that." Mick grunted and used the wall to support himself while putting one hand on Zo's head. Zo looked up and smiled at him around his thick cock. It made Mick's dick twitch and leak more precum. Zo worked Mick's cock like a pro, and soon Mick was ready to cum.

"Ah, shit. Baby, I'm gonna cum. Can I cum in your mouth?" He asked. Without removing his mouth Zo nodded and began humming. Mick could feel the vibrations. He used both hands to grab Zo's head and shoved it as far down on his dick as he could. He cried out as he pumped Zo's mouth full of hot cum. Zo eagerly swallowed all of his seed. He licked his lips and gave Mick's cock one last kiss before standing up.

"Damn where did you learn how to do that?" Mick asked without thinking. The two stared at each other silently, the only sound was the shower beating down on the tiled floor. They both started laughing, they sat in the cooling water of the shower crying from laughing so hard. They held each other up and soon they both sat on the floor. Once their laughs had calmed down the water had turned ice cold. They both stood and exited the cold shower.

Mick used a white fluffy towel to dry Zo's thing body. They moved to the bedroom where they both slipped on a pair of boxers. Mick watch Zo slide into the black silk boxers and felt his cock stir. He rubbed the knot in his neck and Zo saw.

"If you lay down on the bed, sir I could take care of that." He said. Mick looked confused but laid down, on his stomach, in the middle of the bed. He could hear Zo moving around in the bathroom and kitchen before he came back. He had a bowl filled with warm water and a tube of lotion in it. Zo straddled Mick's lower back and began working out the tension that he held there. Mick groaned and sighed, fully relaxing into the intense massage. He soon began dozing off and, before he knew it, was asleep entirely.

He awoke to Zo's warm, vanilla scented, hair. He snuggled and nuzzled his head and was met with Zo's giggles. He noticed he no longer held the tension in his neck or back.

"Hey, wow you're good. I can keep you right?" Mick joked as he rolled his head and twisted his back, checking for any soreness.

"Always." Zo smiled.

"I will never understand how someone could have treated you so bad." Mick said and kissed Zo's nose. The two stayed in bed,snuggling, for another hour. Occasionally they would touch or nibble at each other but it was nothing sexual. Just showing each other their love. Zo was finally in a good place, with a good man. And Mick was no longer alone. Zo sighed at his now perfect life. Well, almost perfect.