There are moments in time that people will remember for the rest of their lives. Moments that are fleeting, and other times when the moment lasted years, months and days. It is when we reflect back on them later….that life halts. When we wake up in the middle of the night after dreaming that a loved one long gone is alive, or that road not taken led to adventures we can only dream of. You then turn over see that the alarm clock reads 130am. So not only were you jipped by a dream that was going wonderfully, but you have only been asleep for an hour. It was just a reaction to that double of bowl of triple chocolate ice cream with a tad too much fudge bits just before bed.

But for Simon, you couldn't't watch a good "chick" flick without chocolate. It just wasn't right to watch "Joy Luck Club" alone, on a Tuesday night…without the comfort of Chocolate Ice Cream with brownie and fudge bits, drowned in toffee bits chocolate topping. It was the least the girls in the film would do…..right?

He rose from the bed and quietly shuffled to the bathroom. Letting out an audible groan as he pissed into the bathtub instead of the toilet. It was bigger and would get a good washing down in his shower the next morning. The thunder and lightning outside didn't help much either. In Texas you go two types of rain. The lazy rain that fell like water filled petals from a rose barely making a sound as they fall, or gutter washers….where nothing that isn't under a roof is soon under inches of rainwater with no where to go. May brought the latter to Houston with a vengeance. He had sat in his 24th story office…watching the storm whirl around his office all day. It was like watching the inside of a washing machine…on an 8-hour wash cycle. No soap, no softener at all…just scrip, scrape and nosh at Simon's office window.

He took the light rail to the HCC stop after work and had braced as he stepped out of the train. The rain hit him and immediately drenched his jacket and hat. This was the type of storm that people who drove a car would wave from their warm interiors at him from. Almost like saying, "Hello poorfucker without a car, enjoying this summer weather"

In retrospect, he only had one thing to say.."Fuck em"

He flipped on the bathroom light and rubbed the several days' growth on his chin, and grimaced. He hated to shave. But not shaving meant no promotion at work. They liked em clean at his architectural firm. And if that meant finally getting to do more than print clean up and actually build his own designs for clients……then shave he would.

He clicked off the bathroom light and slowly made to the living room. Tapped the buttons on the stereo and soon instruments filled his living room. Glenn Miller filled the room with the sweet serenade of STRING OF PEARLS….and he danced around the room as the lightning outside flashed through his windows.

"Bah bah bah bah buppa da, bah bah bah bah buppa da"

"123, 123, 123, 123, spin, turn, 123, 123, 123, 123,"

A gay man dancing with himself in the middle of the living room…naked….forgetting that his curtains are open to the alley. The flash of light and thunder seemed to encourage the dance.

"Bah bah bah bah, buppa da"

Then out of his corner he saw him in the alley. Simon froze.

The man stood at least 6ft 4 if not 6ft5. He wore a long dark brown raincoat. It covered him up completely. A cowboy hat, rimmed quite thoroughly hid his eyes, and but certainly didn't prevent the beard that protruded from the chin to hang against the jacket. The beard was at least 4 inches in length of dark gray hair.

It would take another flash of lightning….for Simon to move. When the light lit up a pipe stem held in the coated man's teeth and a smile as well, Simon rushed for the curtains and quickly closed them.

"oh fuck…"

Simon listened to his heartbeat inside him louder than the music on the stereo.

"Why don't we just go outside and give him a show….Sy…" Simon said softly. He peeked out of the corner of the curtain and the man still stood there.

The rain had lessened some, but there was a steady trickle of rain…from the bill of his hat, dripping onto the coat and making its way to the dirt/mud road the man stood in.

Simon was both repulsed and turned on a bit. This was a good-looking man. But it was 1am…and it was the alley behind his apartment. It was just strange. He was startled even more, as he looked back from the clock to the alley…and the man had advanced towards his apartment building….towards him. The smoke from the pipe was even more apparent as he moved to just below Simon's window but keeping within view. The smile under the hat…still grinning ear to ear had the naked man above him….entranced.

Simon froze and just watched the man. The bowl of his pipe brightening as he took a long puff, and the smoke was released through the beard following the beads of water down the jacket. This was just too hot to stop looking.

Simon tried to smile back him…knowing that the man…couldn't see him looking out. Could he? He had moved far enough back. He felt his cock harden. The man then motioned at his feet. Simon gasped as he realized the man was pointing at his feet. It was a motion telling him…to leave his apartment and come to that man's feet.

A non-verbal…"kneel before me".

Simon swallowed hard.

The motion repeated…with a release of smoke. A snapped finger then joined the gloved hand pointing to the bottom of the trench coat.

"Don't make me ask again…." That said.

Simon reached for his jeans shorts and walked to the door. The alley was behind him now. He couldn't see the man from there. He would probably be gone when he got to the bottom of the stairs.

He came around the bottom of the stairs to the gate…and the man still stood there in the rain. Not under the carport away from the rain. He certainly wasn't a homeless man. The man could be a psycho…maybe but not a homeless man.

Another puff of pipe smoke.

Simon froze.

Another puff of pipe smoke, and the repeat of the hand movement

"Kneel boy" the hand said to him within his mind.

Simon stepped through the gate and came to the edge of the dry carport. The coated man never moved. Never reacted to his approach cept to snap his glove and point at the ground before him again.

Simon looked around briefly…..as the rain really started to pour again.

He moved forward. The man in the coat smiled as he approached.

Then he heard the man's voice.

"Take the shorts off boy. You wont be needing them anymore"

Simon resisted.

"Don't make me ask twice slave…take off the shorts"

Simon did as the man requested.

"On your knees like a good boy"

Simon did as the man requested.

He looked down to be greeted by a pair of motorcycle harness boots. The type that had the buckle slide over the smooth leather of the boot and acted like a body harness for the ankle. His cock was hard again.

"Look up at your MASTER boy" the voice commanded.

He looked up at the coated man…and the smoke and smile seemed so much farther away from his vantage point. This close to the man the scents of the cigar and leather jacket were like natural poppers.

"I am Maximillian, and you are mine now boy. I like what I see, and I always get what I want…" he said.

He then reached to the jacket's button and started unbuttoning them. From the middle…..he reached inside….and pulled out a very large uncut cock through the holes. The foreskin hid a full erect cock.

"Take my flesh inside yours…and it will be your last decision till my training of my slave is over. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME SLAVEBOY?" the voice questioned.

This was a moment….Simon would always remember. That question asked of him. Before the changes began, before Simon became Sy for good…..and Master Maximillian's prize slave boy.

"Yes SIR I understand"

The smile on the coated man widened…as the jacket released the rest of the way up. It revealed a muscular body with several tattoos that glistened with sweat from under the jacket. There was gray and black fur everywhere. The pipe smoke sliding down his fur, leading his eyes slowly back to the pipemas ter's cock.

"Come to me slave" the voice commanded.

Simon moved forward on his knees and took the man's cock into his mouth. The precum was sweet and a welcome taste. Two leather-gloved hands wrapped around his head and pressed the flesh of his Master's cock deeper.

"Good boy, you are all mine now"

The lightning flashed. The thunder roared. The rain encompassed them and sleep was the last thing on Simon's mind.

In Song, In Leather, in Pride