In the days of old

Well, not that old, maybe just, oh, fifteen years

There was a master, strong and boldWho had a slave, not a real-life slave, but a volunteer

I know, I know

Stick with me

The slave served him well

Made his master happy in the bedroom, but it wasn′t enough

So he took a chance

Told his master that he wanted more than part-time kinky stuff

Heathcliff and Hunter

You won't find two more perfect lovers

They met online with a dial up connection

And it only ended because of overstimulation

You expect me to do more

You heard me master

I want to take us further than before

Never no that′s my answer

Further only leads to disaster

Heathcliff disobeyed

He found himself a master who would take things to extreme

Hunter grew afraid

While the slave he loved was gagged and bound so he couldn't scream

I'm not kink shaming but this story is strange

The slave finally came home

Hunter found him broken and battered beyond belief

Slave was diagnosed with a syndrome

So he kept his distance much to Hunter′s grief

Heathcliff and Hunter

You won′t find two more perfect lovers

Our relationship should never have ended

But what we had was not what we intended

Now they weren't lovers

He went his way, and Hunter went Hunter′s

But he still supported his former slave

Heathcliff is a love Hunter will take to his grave