Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2017 00:47:37 +0200
From: lionel@gaylook.com
Subject: From Dominant Top to Faggot Whore, part 2

This is the second part of my story. It is a work of fiction (with real
life experience mixed in). Thank you for your feedback on the first
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Shaving

In the week after my first encounter with Daddy Joe, we texted quite
frequently. He complained about my body hair, of which I was very proud. I
wasn't very hairy, but my chest hair underlined my physique very well, and
I thought it didn't suit me to shear it off. Daddy Joe encourage me to try
shaving my body, but I just couldn't. I confessed to him that I would
really like to please him, but that shaving myself was somewhat beyond my
limits. If, on the other hand, he would come and do it ... He replied that
he was neither a barber nor my servant, and right he was. In his next
message, he asked whether I would be free on Saturday afternoon, so that he
could care for my shaving. Of course, I was! And I was really looking
forward to it. He instructed me to be ready at a certain hour, kneeling
naked and blindfolded behind my front door. I was so excited!

On Saturday I did as I was told and I sported a hard-on when I knelt there
naked and blindfolded, although this was an unusual position for
me. Exactly on time, my door bell rang and I opened the door from my
kneeling position. My visitor didn't say a word, but greeted me by patting
me on the head and tousling my hair. Then he put a dog collar around my
neck and guided me by a leash to the living room. It seemed as if he knew
my flat already. He then tore me to a standing position and made me lie
down on my back on the table. I wanted to get in touch with his body, but
couldn't. He attached my wrists to the collar and my ankles to the legs of
the table. I was completely helpless when he started to shave me. He
started with my armpits and then continued to my chest and belly. When he
started to work my groin, my hard-on became even stronger. He didn't touch
it, although I longed for it so much. I told him, but he wouldn't
listen. He just kept on shaving in silence. Then he fixed my ankles to my
wrists, so that my legs were up in the air, giving him access to my ass
crack, which he shaved too. Every now and then he stroke my now bare
skin. It gave me the creeps, because I felt vulnerable. Especially, the
shaving around my cock and balls made me feel as if I was losing my
manhood.

All this took quite some time and was surely quite exhausting, so it felt
all right, when he made me kneel in front of him and shoved his dick in my
mouth. A blow job was a reward I could give him for all the work he had
done. When he rammed his cock down my throat, I had the feeling that the
person who just shaved me was not Daddy Joe, but some other guy. I felt
disappointed and degraded, because it wasn't him who took away my hair and
manhood. Who was this guy whose dick I was sucking? I hadn't much time to
think about it, when I heard the sound of a clipper and hair fell off my
head. I wanted to protest, but was gagged by a cock down my throat. When my
head was completely shaven, my barber took his dick out of my mouth and
came on my blank scalp. Then he lead me to a mirror and took off my
blindfold. What I saw gave me a double shock: first of all, there was my
shaved body with cum on my head. Actually, the view excited me somewhat
until I realized that it was me in the mirror. The second shock was that my
barber was none other than Tom, my long-time bottom, who was grinning at me
from above. The first thing he told me was to clean his dick and that's
what I did. It felt so unreal. He smeared his cum over my head, some
trickled down my cheeks--or was it tears? I couldn't tell.