The Full Moon

Brian's Song


     I stood on the balcony, looking up at the moon, it was the
fullest that I had seen in a long, long time.  It's light shown
brightly, lighting the area with a glow that drew me further and
further into it's spell.  The longer I gazed at it, the more I felt
it pull.  A cloud crossed it face and I glanced down to the street
- - - there stood a man in full leather - - brown hair, full
closely cropped beard, collar around his neck, hands bound in front
of him, and a smile that told me, he was mine.  I knew who it was,
we had been talking for months across the continent, I blinked and
glanced back only to find the street empty.  Looking back at the
moon it appeared to keep in time with my heart beats - - silently
wished for my man to reappear.  I looked up and down the street
only to find it empty.

     Well I was never one to let a full moon pass, I got dressed
and went out.  I still had an uneasy feeling that this wasn't an
ordinary full moon night - - somehow this was a different night. 
It was a different night all right, the bars were very interesting
to say the least, and being a weekend night only added to the fun. 
Now I know why bartenders dread that shinney disk in the sky.  One
guy had his front left pocket of his 501's filled with warm liquid
a couple of times.  And I saw more cock and ass exposed then in a
high school gym locker room.  The evening was interesting but that
feeling still intruded, when ever I started something, that feeling
returned....telling me there was more for me tonight...

      As much fun as I was having in the bar...that feeling was
still there....it was time for me to head home, alone.  All the way
home the moon seemed to follow me drawing me into its spell,
drawing me closer and closer.  I got home and hit the sack, only
to lay there awake, the moon light lit my bedroom with its glow. 
I laid there trying to invite sleep, only to find it alluding me. 
I got out of bed and walked to the living room, pulling the
curtains back, the moon light flooded the room, surrounding me,
drawing me into its glow.  

     I stood there, time was only an idea, I was taking to the moon
without words.  I felt him, my man was there, I knew before I
looked down.....there he was, knelling at my feet...nude, his
collar on, his tits clamped there chained, hanging against his
chest, hands bound......my man....for me.....


     I reached down and grabbed him by the hair, pulling him off
his knees.  I pressed my lips to his, crushing them, my tongue
explored the craven of his mouth.  I lead him to the playroom.  I
put a hood over his head locking it to the collar he was already
wearing.  I attached his bound hands to the overhead and pulled him
slightly off the floor.  As he hung there I looked at the body I
had seen so many times but never in the flesh, till now.  The first
thing he would give me was the hair off his body, his body would
be smooth and glisten.  I started with the straight razor, the hair
under his arms soon left his body and fell to the floor.  What
little hair he had on his chest soon joined the other.  The one
thing that got me was the line of hair from his navel to his
crotch.  I left that fine line and moved to shave his cock and
balls, then getting a chair for him to stand on I bent him over and
shaved his ass.  Taking the chair away, I let him hang in his
sightless state.

     I moved silently around the room, getting various toys out. 
His body hung there, reacting to each breeze he felt with my
movement.  The wide black belt cut the air, landing across his
back, leaving a angry red welt.  It was joined by another and
another.  Each one left its mark, some crossing others.  Small
moans of pain could be heard, with each blow, the sweat soon made
his body glisten.  I put the belt away and got a small whip with
tabs on the end of the straps.  His ass soon had the whips
signature on it.  The harder I hit him the more he begged for more,
the more he received the more he wanted, to give me the pleasure
of his pain.  His cock was hard the whole time dripping pre-cum
like a sieve.

     I lowered him, his body crumpled to the floor.  I bound him
to the table on his back.  Taking his balls I squeezed them, the
pain could be seen in his body, every nerve was responding to it. 
I bound his balls away from his body, they were tied tightly so
both orbs were tight against his ball sack.  I picked up the deep
penetrating cream and massaged it into his balls, leaving him alone
on the table.

     When I returned to him, his balls were fire red, I grabbed
them and pulled them further away from his body.  I slapped his
balls softly at first, then harder and harder, my last blow was
with full force.  He gave into the pain, accepting it, surrounding
himself,only to leaving himself for a higher plain of feelings. 
The pain from his back and ass and now the pain from his balls took
him higher and higher.  His cock responded spraying it cream,
volley after volley of cum left his cock, covering his chest, even
hitting his hood.  But even with cumming his cock stayed hard, hard
as a rock, feed by the pain.

	His cum slowly ran from his chest down his side.  His
breathing was slowing from it fast pace of giving into the pain,
from his union of mind and body, when one can't sperate the
feelings, the union of being without knowing.  

	I tied his legs up, exposing his beat ass, the red strips
still standing out against his white ass.  I grease my gloved hand
and forearm.  I tease his hole with my fingers, slipping one, then
another in and out.  His ass responds waiting for my invasion.  His
cock flexes, a drop of precum forms on its head.  His ass opens for
me, my fingers slides in, I withdraw them, only to push more and
more into him.  Soon my hand is in his ass past my wrist.  Sounds
of pleasure can be heard, muffled by the hood.  He relaxed more
and my forearm inched it way into him, my greased covered forearm
slipping between his ass cheeks.  I am caressing his body from the
inside, reaching for his soul.  

His body was sending messages, 

              he was again giving into the feelings of his body, 
              
     
                There were stars in his brain. 

                                                There was black.
There was white. 
                        Waves and spasms.

Full and empty.
                     
	Pleasure and pain, hot and cold, and everything all at same
time and then the explosion, implosion, sinking, floating as his
body gave forth with it essence, his back arching as the cum shots
from his cock, his ass squeezing my hand and arm with each blast
from his balls.


	I untied him, taking the body that had given me so much
pleasure into my arms.  Holding his abused body tightly.  My lips
once again sought his lips, drinking through them all the pleasure,
the pain, the oneness that only he could give me.  His whole body
was mine.  

	I woke up with a start.  I was in the playroom, alone. 
Everything was out and had been used, but I was alone.  I quick
tour of the house produced nothing.                        


	I stood on the balcony, looking up at the moon, it was the
fullest that I had seen in a long, long time.  It's light shown
brightly, lighting the area with a glow that drew me further and
further into it's spell.  The longer I gazed at it, the more I felt
it pull.  A cloud crossed it face and I glanced down to the street
- - - there stood a man in full leather - - brown hair, full
closely cropped beard, collar around his neck, hands bound in front
of him, and a smile that told me, he was mine.