The Ballad Of Heathcliff And Hunter

In the days of old
Well, not that old, maybe just, oh, fifteen years
There was a master, strong and bold
Who 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