Once upon a time, there was a nice little boy who had a bad little monster hidden inside of him. The monster liked to hear any stories about torture, rape, penal colonies, and even African American slavery.
“Oh look,” adults said, “he’s a Civil War buff, how darling.” Grown-ups would give the boy books to encourage his interest in history.
“The bloody battles happened so long ago,” the monster said, bored.
The monster grew as the boy grew. He would feed his monster small snacks, trying to keep it quiet. The monster devoured ‘Variations’, ‘Bill and Debbie’s Bondage News’, and ‘Justine’. Oh how happy the monster was when he brought it the ‘Story of O’.
In college the girls were pretty. He kissed the girls, trying to imitate the passion he saw in movies. The monster snickered. The boy thought maybe he was gay, so he thought about kissing a boy. The monster howled.
One day, the boy met an older woman. She knew right away he had a monster because she had one too! Her monster adored his monster; they loved playing together. But the boy watched his monster playing and was horrified. He locked his monster in a cage and ran away as fast as he could.
“Let me OUT!” the monster screamed, shaking the bars.
Years passed. The boy became a man; his monster became a Beast. He tried so many things to satiate it: booze, reefer, workaholism, extreme sports. He peeked into the cage.
“Fuck you,” the Beast said thickly, “I’m still here.”
One fine spring day, the Beast asked ever so politely if it could watch people playing.
“Real people, really playing,” the Beast said, “Then I promise to get right back into my cage and be quiet.”
What harm could there be in that? the man thought. It went so well. It satisfied the Beast for quite a while… but not forever of course. Soon the Beast wanted to come out again. And why not? The man was learning that his Beast was fun; a riot actually.
“Come on,” the Beast whispered in his ear, “This woman just wants to swat you. Try it one time, just so you know. For once and for all.”
A month later it was a whip.
“Get back in your cage,” the man begged, eyes tearing, cock straining.
“Yeah Right!” the Beast laughed.
“I’m lost,” the man whispered, dropping to its knees.
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