It's Saturday

Meer woke him up at five-thirty.

“Fuck, Meer, it’s Saturday.”

“I’m sorry, Master. Is there a different time you’d like me to wake you up on Saturdays?”

Ken squeezed his eyes shut. “Just later. Eight or nine.”

“Very well, Master.”

And then it registered. Ken sat up. “Meer?”

Meer turned at the door and lowered his head. “Yes, Master?”

“Stop it.”

“Stop what, Master?”

“Stop that. What is wrong with you?”

“I don’t know what you mean, Master.”

Ken growled, stood up and stalked over to him. “Knock it off.”

“If Master would tell—”

Ken grabbed his shoulders and pushed him against the wall. “Don’t do this, Meer.”

“Do what, Master?”

Ken pulled him back and then slammed him against the wall again. “Don’t.”

“Why not?” That defiant look was back in his eyes. “Because you said so. Master?”

Ken sighed. He moved his hands from Meer’s shoulders and then put them against the wall. He let his arms bend until his forearms rested against the wall. Their bodies aligned. Ken let his head fall to one of his a