If only they could see you now. What would your fans say? They love you, ya know. You strike fear into the hearts of the mere mortal man. When the lights dim and the pyro explodes, everyone is scared. They jump, they shake, some even scream. But, what would your fans say if they could see you, naked, bound, gagged, begging for one more strike of my whip. To them, you are Kane, the Big Red Machine. To me, you are Glenn, my big red bitch.

I've missed this. I've missed you. I'm not used to going months without something to fuel my fire. Fire…no pun intended, my dear. After your injury, I was lost. It was a hard realization, coming to terms with the fact that I needed you. Was it the same for you? Did you miss me? Did you miss this? I know you missed work - you told me so.

I saw the look of pure bliss on your face when your music started. Funny, it's close to the look on your face at this moment. Your mouth is stretched to fit around the hard rubber ball that prevents your screams from escaping. Your forehead is covered in sweat, and there is no leather mask to absorb it now. I smile as I think of you in a mask - not the beautiful black and red leather you wear to the ring, but an all-encompassing black leather hood.

Then again, the leather hood wouldn't be such a good idea. How would I see your face contort in pain and pure bliss as I mark your skin over and over? For you, it's the fear and anticipation that drives you. For me, it's the way I play you, like a finely tuned musical instrument, making your skin sing with each crack of well worn leather. Or the howls that escape your mouth, when not even the gag can contain them within your beautiful body.

I look across the room at your ring gear. Such an improvement over the old set. The red leather straps that crisscross your body remind me of the bonds I now use to keep you in your place. The color of blood - the bond we share. How many times have I made you scream? How many times have I made you bleed? I don't know if there are numbers that high.

I look back at you and see the silent pleading. I got distracted by my thoughts and have totally ignored you, haven't I? Poor baby. Poor bitch. I turn and approach you once again, whip in hand. I smile and you take it for exactly what it is - a promise of things to come. I toy with the leather strap, wondering where I should make my next mark when a thought comes to me.

I stop and take in your beauty once again - the muscles in your arms and legs straining against the straps that have you tethered to the bed, your face relaxed for the moment, awaiting my next move, your cock, hard, dripping, pulsating within the confines of the small metal ring surrounding the base. I survey the scene before stepping back, knowing how much room I need to perform the task I have envisioned.

With a simple flick of my wrist, the whip shoots out sideways and the tip of the leather strap begins to wrap around your cock. You scream behind the gag again and I smile at my expertise. I jerk backward on the whip, causing the leather to caress the steeliness of your erection. Another scream, this one louder than before.

I crawl onto the bed and ask what you want me to do, what would bring you the most exquisite pleasure. You mumble something I can't hear, but that doesn't mean I don't understand. I look down at your chest, now covered in bright red welts, a testament to my skill. I rake my nails down your chest, drawing tiny droplets of blood from the raw skin. You look like a flower, kissed by the morning dew.

I draw my tongue through the blood, watching your face the entire time. your body arches up like a large cat, your moves graceful and controlled at the same time. When I ask if you want more, you shake your head. Ah, such a good bitch, always knowing the right answer. As I bite into the hard flesh around your nipple, you hiss behind the gag and I watch as a single tear drops from your eye onto the pillow below.

I work my way down your chest, leaving my marks in a trail to heaven. Your cock is standing, awaiting any attention I may give it. You cry out when I grab it, not the gentle touch you use, but with a force known only to us. The ring there prevents you from finding your release as my hand grips you tighter, flying up and down your hardened length.

I know what you want, because it's what I want, too. The question is, which of us will be able to hold out the longest? I know the answer - do you? You're almost there, to the point of no return. In a perfect world, you would be screaming out in ecstasy right now, filling my hand and covering your body with cum. But, this isn't a perfect world, is it? Not for you, anyway.

I stop jerking you off and stare at your cock. I never knew that shade of purple existed before. It's almost as if your cock is alive, the way it's throbbing and twitching there, aching for release. I love this. I love being on control of you. No one would ever guess that this is the relationship we share, would they? I hardly look the type to dominate you so completely. And yet, you never questioned my need to be in control, as I never questioned yours to give yourself to me completely.

I sat, straddling your thighs, contemplating my next move, when I felt you arch up and brush your cock against me. When I look into your eyes, I see everything - love, hate, pleasure, pain. But, what I see most, what drives me on, is your need. I push your legs apart and take my cock in my hand. I see your eyes grow wide. I don't know if it's fear or anticipation behind that stare. All I know is I'm about to plunge into your sweet ass totally unprepared.

Yes, it's going to hurt. The question is, will it hurt you more than me, or the other way around? And the answer is, I don't care. We both know I live for the pain, too. Not just giving it to you, in the most tortuous way, but in getting back as well. As the tip of my cock enters you, I wonder which would be better - taking my sweet time in burying myself in your ass, or just charging ahead and ramming it all the way in.

I search your eyes for a clue, then bury myself completely. You scream, you cry, your body convulses violently under me. it takes my breath away, and I have to pause for a moment before I start pounding away, loving the feel of your muscles clenching me so hard, so tight. I look up at the headboard as I find my rhythm and notice that your wrists are becoming raw under the leather restraints.

I reach up and undo the buckle, knowing you won't move unless I say so. You shake your hands, trying to get the blood flowing there again, and I hear your cries as the burning begins in the sensitive skin there. Poor baby. Poor bitch. You love it. You love me. And, the beauty of it is, we both know it. As the tip of my cock finds that tiny, mushy little spot deep within you, your body shakes uncontrollably, trying to get more of the pleasure my cock can give you.

I know you want it. I want it, too. But, I stop, pull out - much to your displeasure - and remove the restraints from your ankles as well, before moving back to my position. I sink into you once again, the pain a little less this time. I continue my assault on your ass and moan as you wrap your huge legs around me, pulling me closer, not allowing me to escape.

Who's in control here? I don't know any more. And, right now, I don't really give a fuck. All I want is right here, my cock in your ass, my hand on your cock. Your eyes question me again and I nod. You reach down and remove the ball from you mouth and the sweetest sound I have ever heard fills the room. Your voice, that deep, rich bellowing voice, calling my name, begging me to finish, begging me to finish you.

I take your hand and place it on your cock. You raise your eyebrow, searching for the words to ask what you want. I nod and place my hand over yours, helping you stroke yourself as I fuck you into oblivion. I know you're almost there, and I want to see you, want to watch you explode just for me. With a smile, and the smallest kiss to your lips, I undo the cock ring and watch as your hand flies over your cock, faster and faster.

Your scream shakes the walls and rattles the windows. I smile as my name leaves your lips and bounces around the room, like an echo in a cave. Every muscle in your body tenses and your ass squeezes me so tightly that I unload, screaming your name. It feels like forever before we both collapse, sticky, hot, sweaty.

You wrap your arms around me and hold me close, closer than I thought possible. I softly lick the wounds on your chest as you kiss the top of my head, your lips warm and soft. I raise up and kiss you then, the first real kiss we've shared tonight. You look down at your chest, the red welts slowly fading in color, the small droplets of blood long since dried.

You smile at me, and I smile back. We both know that this will be one of those nights that we won't soon forget. I kiss your wrists, trying to soothe the pain I know will only grow by morning. As I lay next to you, lost in my thoughts, you speak for the first time. "That was just incredible," you say before collapsing in a fit of giggling. Yes you, Kane, the Big Red Machine, giggled. And it made me giggle too.

"Pun intended?" I ask in response. You laugh now, a full, rich laugh that echoes off the wall much the same way your screams did earlier. I join you, all the excitement of the evening making us both giddy. As we drift off to sleep, you speak again. Your question moves through my mind, making me wonder once again which of us in really in control here. I fade away with your words still ringing in my ears - "Hey, PJ? Next time, can I be on top?"