Date: Wed, 24 Apr 2024 20:15:44 -0700
From: gayD <gaydic@gmail.com>
Subject: Sweet Robbie Becomes Family Slave - Chapter 2

Hi guy,

Now, some of you have asked to see a photo of Robbie in his submissiveness
glory. You got it. I just posted one of him in my GayTies.com profile
album. Log-in to this website (or join if you are not a member yet- it's
free) then click on "Find Member" and type in my name, "Darkforce," then
click on my photo albums. He's there, in a most usually pose. It's such a
simple image, but it says so much, perfectly. But it is NOT the type of
photo you are expecting. Let me know what you think.

This story has lots of twists and turns, all of which will give you guys
drippy boners.

Sweet Robbie Becomes Family Slave

Part 2 of 6

"You will now go to the shower and bathe. I shall be there in eight
minutes. Do not use any hot water. That's not to be wasted on you. Now go."
Then he told Jamar to start on his housework. Robbie made for the door but
stopped in his tracks when Matt spoke again. "I expect to see you in the
same state of arousal when I get up there, do you understand?"

He shouted, "Yes, sir," he replied.

When Matt entered the bathroom, he saw that the boy had run the shower at
half-power. At least he was thinking on his feet. Looking at Robbie's
backside, he could also see that his right arm was moving in a regular
pumping motion, his hand working to keep his cock erect as the naked
slender body shook under the constant flow of cold water. Had it been
winter, the water would have been icy cold. Robbie jumped when Matt's voice
sounded, telling him to turn the water off and turn around. In desperation,
he continued to pull at his cock. When ordered to let it go, it stuck out
from his groin. It looked red and sore to Matt, which pleased him.

The little hand towel Matt had given him soon became soaked as he tried to
dry himself. As a further humiliation, he handed Robbie a cloth-backed
scrubber about three inches wide and two feet long, with a grab handle on
each end. Typically, one would soap this up, loop it over the back, and
pull in alternation directions to scrub clean what could not be reached
with one's hands. It is made of a very coarse, rough material, and it
certainly felt good over the back. Matt gave him this without soap and told
him to pass the dry back scrubber between his legs and draw it hard and
firmly back and forth over his balls and erect cock. It must have felt like
a kitchen scouring pad and brought him a lot of pain. He was only allowed
to stop when tears ran from his eyes.

"OK, now listen up." Matt told him more sternly, "You now have rules. There
will be many rules. First rule: At any time you are told to "WAIT,"
immediately strip naked, beat yourself to a full erection, spread your feet
three feet apart, thrust your hips forward to display your dick and grasp
your hands behind you just above your buttocks. Remain like that until you
are told otherwise." Then Matt added, "Never try to cover up your private
parts when naked. This is a punishable offense. It should be obvious to
you, but I wanted to say that officially." The instructions were confirmed
with the usual "Yes, sir."

"Now go to your room and "WAIT," Matt ordered. The boy was gone. Matt
allowed two minutes before entering the room. Matt's cock hardened when he
saw Robbie beating himself. He had visualized it many times when he had
seen him in his baggy, running shorts and T-shirt, wishing he was not so
shy and would expose more of his body to the world. But, for years, Matt
could only imagine what Robbie's hunky body was developing into. He had to
wait for the boy to declare his desires to be controlled before what he had
imagined could become a reality. Just as the WAIT command required, Robbie
stood there with his feet awkwardly three feet apart, with the required
boner, thrusting his hips forward to openly display it while grasping his
hands behind him just above his buttocks. Matt was very pleased but did not
want to show it - not yet.

"Now for a second command. When anyone, and I do mean anyone, tells you "AT
EASE," it is a command for you to drop to your knees, with knees apart,
hands on your thighs, and display your boner as if to offer it to anyone
present. Then, look forward and do not move until told otherwise.

Let's try that one now." Robbie assumed the position as instructed. Matt
stood just behind and to the boy's side so that he could not see the look
of pleasure on his father's face.

He wanted to take the stiff cock and continue to bring him to climax, but
he knew he could not, not at this early point. He watched as a small drop
of precum oozed from the slit at its tip. He then looked at the shaft, at
the tender red flesh below the shaft, still sore from the harsh towel
scrubbing he had made Robbie inflict upon himself.

Matt told him he would go with Rachel to Hardington to buy new
clothes. Matt found Robbie's black training shoes, his regular baggy
shorts, and a plain T-shirt and placed them on the bed, which was now a
stripped-down mattress on a bed frame. Matt thought, "My god, doesn't this
boy have anything sexier? Colorful? More revealing?" He instructed Robbie
to dress only in the items on the bed, no socks or underwear and told him
to be in the kitchen in ten minutes. Matt and Rachel waited for Robbie to
appear as they sat drinking coffee.

Robbie arrived, dressed exactly as he had been told to dress. His blond
hair, styled to hang halfway to his shoulders, now dry and brushed, framed
his face nicely. Rachel said, "I think we will have to pay a visit to the
barber in Hardington and have your hair cut short or shaved off." Robbie's
face fell. He had spent hours in the past year getting his hairstyle
right. He did not want to have it removed. His stomach kind of knotted up
at the thought. She went on. "Yes, and we must pick out a swimming outfit,
underwear, and something to wear to our group. In fact," she said, "a
completely new wardrobe. And look, while we are gone, Matt will rearrange
your bedroom for you to make it appropriate for your new lifestyle."

It was not a warm day, just an average temperature, but she made Robbie
remove his tee shirt before they got into the car. The whole mood had
changed as Rachel played a cassette of sultry music. No conversation took
place as they drove to Hardington. Robbie felt strange as he sat silently
next to his mom. Or was it his former mom and current mistress?

As they got on the highway to Hardington, Robbie felt uncomfortable when he
thought about passers-by seeing his naked upper torso. As they drove by and
noticed him, younger female drivers smiled. Eventually, they entered
Hardington. Rachel drove slowly through the traffic in the busy little
town, and Robbie noticed how people would look, even stare at him, because
in his nakedness, his brawny chest and well-toned arm could be seen. He
wished Matt had let him wear underwear, especially since these shorts were
so baggy and loose-fitting.

The air was cooler when they arrived at the parking structure. The
concrete, multiple-story parking levels were shaded and cold. The cold air
caused Robbie's nipples to stand erect and his body to break out in goose
pimples. He gripped the T-shirt in his right hand, and holding it out to
Rachel was his way of asking her to let him put it on. She could see that
his eyes were asking for permission. She locked the car and ordered Robbie
to her side. Taking hold of his baggy shorts, which she had always hated,
she quickly snapped off the only button that held his shorts up. Now, they
were only held together by the closed zipper. Robbie swallowed hard but
just stayed still. Then Rachel tugged his shorts down firmly to rest on his
hip bones and to expose the trail of hair that ran from his navel to his
dick. Normally, his underwear would cover his midsection, but he was not
allowed to wear any. He prayed that his zipper would at least prevent his
pants from falling.

The sun was welcome on his chilled body as they entered the main downtown
street of shops. He could feel the eyes of girls, women, and men staring at
him as they passed. Rachel was not fazed at all by anything. In fact, the
more attention they got, the more she seemed to like it. She knew that,
without underwear, he showed more of his skin around his slim waist. She
also knew that without underwear, his sizable cock would swing freely as he
walked, causing the tender head to rub against the heavy, rough
material. She wanted him to feel erotic as well as embarrassed.

It was just after 10:00 AM when they arrived at the barbershop. She was
greeted on entering by one of the two barbers. He addressed her as Miss
Rachel. He was of average height, around thirty, very slim, and had pinkish
hair and piercings on his face; he seemed gay. He gave Robbie a glowing
smile, his eyes fixed on the half-naked beauty before him. The barber
introduced himself, and Rachel said, "José, this is my dear sweet
Robbie. We need to do something about his hair." Without her asking,
José gave Rachel a portfolio of pictures showing many different
styles of men's hair. Then, the barber invited Rachel and Robbie to the
private salon seating area, assuring Rachel that he would soon be finished
with his current customer.

As they were waiting, Rachel finished looking through all the photos. She
then handed the portfolio to Robbie to check them out for himself. Robbie
was surprised that he would get to pick out his hairstyle and feasted his
eyes on a couple that he thought would look good on him. He felt a sense of
relief that he was not going to leave here looking like a weirdo or
freak. After all, his hair was important to him and was a major part of his
look. He picked out two styles and was debating over which he would
choose. These were not too different from what he now had; both were on the
long side and in current fashion. In ten minutes, José entered the
private waiting area to escort Rachel and Robbie to the empty barber
chair. Robbie carried the book open at the page of the cut he had picked
out. For the first time today, Robbie was smiling with enthusiasm. He
thought that maybe he was being too judgmental of his mother.

"Up here, Robbie," José said cheerfully, patting the blond leather
chair seat. And Robbie stepped up to it, still bare-chested. Somewhere
along the way, he had misplaced his white T-shirt but could not figure out
how it had gone missing. He wanted it to cover up when they left.

José looked at Rachel and asked her if she had chosen a
style. Robbie held up the book and pointed to the one he
wanted. José held up the wrap-around cape to cover Robbie's body
from falling hair cropping. Rachel shook her head, meaning there was no
need to cover his body, so José replaced the cape on the hook behind
him and smiled. Being gay, he would enjoy looking at Robbie's body as he
styled his hair. Robbie sat there, waiting to be covered, and was surprised
when he realized he would not be. So, he just sat there holding the book
open at the page showing his desired style.

"OK. Now, which style?" José asked as he looked at Rachel. Robbie
thought he was talking to him, so, again, he pointed at the photo of a
haircut the students in his school would envy. At least he felt relieved he
would come out of there looking sharp. Rachel responded, "Oh, just a buzz
cut for today." Robbie was shocked! He sat there horrified as his finger
was still stuck on his desired hairdo. José gently took the book,
closed it, and returned it to the shelf. Robbie knew he was going to look
like a freak, a nearly bald one. He mouthed the word "please." But Rachel
did not respond to that. Instead, she said, "Sweetie, just keep your eyes
closed and your arms glued to the armrest. Don't move until I tell you too,
OK, dear? If I hear you have not been fully compliant with José, I
will put you over my knee, right here, and spank your cute little butt in
front of all these nice people." Robbie knew she meant it. Robbie closed
his eyes and placed his forearms on the chair armrests.

José asked if she wanted the tiny, almost invisible hairs on his
ears and nose trimmed.

"That's fine; just do your usual good job for my dear sweet Robbie. I'll be
next door getting some coffee." Robbie kept his eyes closed and sat there,
hearing the buzz of the clippers and feeling chunks of his precious hair
fall all over his naked shoulders, chest, belly, and arms as José
worked to get rid of the boy's mop of blond hair.

José went over and over his beautifully shaped head. Then Robbie
felt the clippers lightly rubbing his outer ear. The hairs there were so
fine that most people would not notice them. Still, he was a barber, a
specialist in body hair. Then Robbie felt it over the other ear. It tickled
a bit. José, using his thumb, pushed the tip of Robbie's nose
upward, making a funny pig-nose image. A couple of his waiting customers
quietly giggled at the animal face. José used a much smaller
nose-hair removal gadget there. Finally, he was done, and Robbie felt the
wispy, soft hairbrush swishing away the hair on his face, bare shoulders,
and chest. He started to release his tight finger grip on the arms of the
chair, but José stopped him, so he remained in position and closed
his eyes again. José concentrated on flicking the brush over
Robbie's nipples, lingering there, and smiling as he knew the erotic
feeling his customer was receiving through his now erect nipples. Then he
whisked the brush over the rest of his upper body and arms.

José stated, more to himself, "These hairs are sticking to your
chest," and returned the brush to Robbie's nipples to tease him
more. José smiled as he noticed that Robbie's waist button was
missing from the front of his shorts. Shorts that Rachel had previously
tugged down obscenely low. José laughed to himself at the thought
that only the closed metal zipper was holding his shorts up. With Robbie's
eyes kept closed, as he had been ordered, he did not realize that
José was moving the zipper down fully with one hand because he
disguised the maneuver by flicking the brush over his belly and
pants-covered groin with the other hand at the same time. Now Robbie was
shirtless and sitting there quietly, unaware of any details, including his
zipper opening. Robbie was showing his pubic hair as well as the top
portion of his dick.

José knelt in front of him and lightly brushed away the clippings on
his bare legs from the edge of his baggy shorts to his tennis shoes. Robbie
was happy; it seemed that he was all done. But then ... he heard the buzz
of the clippers again. This time, they were tickling his nipples. Robbie
opened his mouth to say something, but José mumbled something about,
"Relax, you have unsightly hairs all over you, don't you?" José
continued to use the vibrating clippers all around Robbie's sensitive and
hard nipples. He then gently grabbed one nipple and pulled it out as he
pretended to shave around it. Actually, he was just touching and lightly
rubbing the backside of the clippers against Robbie's skin, just to give
him the erotic vibrating, tickling sensation caused by the electric
clippers.

There were just about a half dozen other customers in the shop. None of
them were bothered by the bare-chested boy. They had seen subs
before. Hardington was known for kinky public scenes. With Robbie having a
nearly shaved head, they all figured he was the newest sub in town. Gentle
people would sit back and enjoy the creative "show" these barbers would put
on.

José was a master at erotically teasing cute boys like Robbie. He
could be much bolder in this case because Robbie was not allowed to open
his eyes. José was staring at the wide-open crotch of Robbie's
shorts. The huge dick tucked in there was trying to expand. Robbie kept his
eyes closed and his arms on the armrest, but he sensed he was getting
aroused by the accidental tickling on his nipple. He tried wriggling his
butt and scooting himself further back in the seat of the
chair. Unbeknownst to him, that caused his loose, opened shorts not to
scoot back WITH his butt, and, unintentionally, he was succeeding in
scooting himself further out of his shorts.

He did not appear to notice what was happening to his shorts because his
nipples were being tickled so much, sending waves of erotic sensations
through his body. He hoped José did not notice any bulge in his
shorts. He continued to assume he was fully covered and was content his
shorts were so baggy that an erection would not be noticed. He also figured
José would say something if that was not the case. But the case was
this: Robbie's shorts had slid further down, and almost his entire dick was
showing. Only the tip was bent down and tucked into the bottom "V" of the
opened zipper.

José did not have Miss Rachel's permission to touch the boy's dick,
so he avoided doing that, though he thought she would not have minded. But
he loved looking at the growing bulge and wanted to see more. He acted
quickly to prevent Robbie from inadvertently opening his eyes. Another
distraction was needed. Quickly, he leaned the chair backward, saying,
"Oops, I almost forgot; Miss Rachel wanted me to give you a face treatment,
too." Robbie was trying to understand what that meant when José
grabbed a medium-sized wet, hot towel out of the towel warmer and, without
a pause, gently wrapped it fully around Robbie's upwardly pointing face.

"Don't worry if it seems too hot at first. It will soon feel only very
warm. Just stay still while I get your face ready to be treated." The hot
towel surprised Robbie, and he immediately wriggled his hips again and
fidgeted in the chair. Since he could not move his hands off the armrest,
it was the only way he could react. He did release an initial "Ow!" But
soon, I found the towel very comforting. "Just relax, Robbie."

That little bit of fidgeting caused the shorts to lower a bit more, and his
stiff dick popped free through the open zipper. José picked up the
clippers and, this time, caused them to vibrate around the other nipple. He
heard another moan and saw Robbie's body shiver. He was sure with all the
distracting stimulations happening to him, the boy had no idea his dick was
rigid, fully out of his shorts, and now pointing to the ceiling. Now, a
couple of customers took photos with their cell phones. With Robbie's face
buried in a towel, he would never know.

Then José held the vibrating clippers so the back barely touched the
tip of the nipple. He heard a moan. Then he lifted it off a tiny bit,
waited, and then barely touched the tip again. He heard another throaty
moan from under the towel. He lifted the clippers again. It was so slight,
and Robbie must have sensed it was just out of his reach. He inadvertently
lifted his chest to make contact with that most pleasant, erotic tingle. He
was not doing it consciously. But his body did it, and he felt that
wonderful vibrating. Then José lifted the electric clippers a bit
higher, and this time, Robbie used his hands to push down on the arms of
the chair to lift his chest further.

In doing this, his butt was now off the chair seat by about an inch. The
space under his ass allowed his unzipped and very loose shorts to slide
down to his ankles. There were more photo flashes and a lot of smiles and
whispering among the other customers. Robbie was oblivious to it all. He
was in the barber chair, totally naked down to his shorts, now bunched
around his tennis shoes. Of course, he still had the warm towel over his
face. José, with a satisfied "mission accomplished," murmured,
"Ahhhhhh," and gently put pressure on his chest to have him settle
comfortably back in the chair. Robbie's dick was sticking up like a steel
flagpole.

José wanted to do his best to entertain his customers, so he went to
another level. "OK, Robbie, relax now. I will apply this moisturizer to
where I trimmed your chest hair." Of course, he did not actually trim his
chest hair; he just teased the hell out of his nipples. And then Robbie
felt warm hands gently rubbing his chest all over. It was a massage-like
firm touch at first but gradually became a very light touch. He rubbed the
silky-smooth lotion all over his upper torso, but more and more
concentrated around and on Robbie's nipples. His face was still covered
with a moist towel. José noticed, as he expected to, that each time
he "accidentally" flicked the tips of his fingernails over one of Robbie's
now hard nipples, Robbie's dick would give an up-and-down nod. Then, a moan
would escape from under the towel.

"Sorry if this stings, but I must rub this anti-inflammatory cream on
you. I see irritation around your nipples, and the nipples themselves look
a little puffy. It will just take a minute to rub this in completely, so
relax." The lotion did not sting. It was just a regular, greasy hand
cream. José was just making some technical justification for playing
with his muscular chest.

Again, José's fingertips teased and tickled Robbie's nipples,
lightly scratching over the nubs. His dick twitched up, paused, and twisted
down. José pinched both nipples at the same time, rather
firmly. Again, Robbie's dick twitched up, paused, and twisted
down. José was enjoying himself, as were his customers when Rachel
walked in. She looked at Robbie reclining in the barber chair, naked, with
a bobbing boner, and stood to watch José as he teased Robbie's
nipples, making him moan. One might assume a stern mistress like Rachel
would have been upset, walking in on this obscene and public spectacle
involving her "son." But she took a seat and smiled broadly as she told
José, "I see you are putting on the medication cream. I hope my
dear, sweet Robbie has cooperated fully." She asked and was pleased when
Jose nodded yes.

Rachel watched José erotically massaging her son. It was not the
first time she had seen him do that to other subs. She was enjoying it very
much. Then she told José, "We need to go and do some shopping now."
José nodded, wiped the excess cream off Robbie's chest, and removed
the towel from his face. The boy kept his eyes closed. He was boned up and
yet relaxed and sleepy.

Then Rachel said to him with a big smile, "Hi, my dear, sweet Robbie. You
are all done. You can open your eyes now but still do not move, OK
sweetie?" He finally opened his eyes and looked at Rachel, and about a
dozen customers gathered around looking at him. Then he looked down at his
naked body. Then he freaked out that he had a huge boner. The chair was
still reclined, so the jutting dick stood upward, more indecently. He
forgot the rule of not speaking, "MOM, I AM SO SORRY! I AM SO
EMBARRASSED. I DON'T KNOW WHAT OR WHY ... OH MOM, PLEASE, LET'S GET OUT OF
HERE! OH GOD, PLEASE ..." Robbie cried out loudly.

"Oh, of course, dear." Rachel proudly smiled, as any Mistress would seeing
her son publicly humiliated. "But these nice people have asked to take a
photo with you. Aren't you so precious, darling? Is that OK with you,
dear?"

He knew Rachel was putting on a pretentious, sweet manner for these
people. And he knew better than to tell his mistress no. He wept with
embarrassment as he nodded his head. Of course, the customers did not make
such a request, but now that they heard her offer, they all wanted
to. Robbie pleaded, still reclined in the chair, "Yes, oh please, may I
pose for you?" One by one, each came up and stood beside Robbie and
smiled. Then FLASH. One put her arm on his shoulder, one pinched his
nipple. FLASH. Another, a middle-aged guy, smiled and touched the tip of
his erect dick. FLASH.

"OK, sweetie, get up and pull up your shorts. You are such a cock-tease,
aren't you, my dear sweet Robbie?" She pinched his cheek and smiled
sweetly. Robbie's face was red with shame. He quickly pulled up his pants
and the zipper, which barely hugged his waist. "Adjust them as I showed
you, dear," she reminded him. And Robbie tugged them down carefully so the
waistband rested on his hip bones. There was no tab to pay since Rachel had
allowed the shop to "borrow" her boy to entertain. As they were about to
leave, a teen approached Robbie and asked, "Hey dude, where did you get
those neat tennis shoes? I've got to get me some of those."

They were the latest fashion, and very expensive, like $300.00. Robbie had
good taste. But before he could reply with the name of the store where he
had bought them, Rachel jumped in, "Oh, do you like those? My dear, sweet
Robbie would like you to have them. They don't fit him properly anyway."
She looked at Robbie with a very "hard" stiff smile, and he knew what he
had to do. Still standing, he bent down and untied and slipped them off his
feet. He hesitantly handed them over to the kid. Robbie was now barefooted
since he was not allowed to wear socks when he left the house this
morning. No footwear, no shirt, no underwear, not even a head of
hair. Robbie was slowly being stripped naked and molded into accepting his
new sub-behavior. He was down to only his shorts, which did not even have a
securing fastener.

Sporting his "submissive" new buzz cut, Robbie followed behind Rachel as
they left the barber. They walked around downtown for a while. Robbie
thought Rachel was having difficulty finding a particular store. Still, she
just wanted to publicly parade her boy, wearing only his hanging
shorts. Without asking him, they stopped at a public restroom. She told him
to use it. "OK, Mom."

"What the hell did you call me?! Boy?! Do you want me to pull your shorts
down right here, pull you over my knees, and spank your ass until you cry
for me to stop?! Then I will leave you here!" She was feigning being upset.

"Oh, I am so sorry Miss. I disrespected you." Robbie immediately became
frightened and felt so bad at how he stupidly addressed his mistress. "Oh,
please forgive me, Mistress Rachel. I won't ever do that again. Please, I
am so ashamed. I was so fucking rude to you." And Robbie broke down. "May I
please use the bathroom, Mistress Rachel? I mean, if you think I
should. Please, Miss?" She accepted his profuse apologies, sternly warned
him against repeating such behavior, and allowed him to use the
restroom. He was so thankful that she allowed it.

Then, they entered the sportswear clothing store. Rachel led the way to the
rear of the shop, where the male teen section was. Rachel began sliding the
hangers of Speedo swimsuits along the rail as she looked at the different
designs. Two more teen boys were in the area, one with his parents, the
other with his mom. The parents were clasping a variety of new school
clothes they had selected for purchase. A middle-aged male clerk inquired
of Rachel if she needed any help. "Yes," She said. "I would like a pair of
pale blue Speedos for my dear sweet Robbie." The clerk opened a long
counter drawer and produced several packets of the required item, which he
placed on the counter. He took several sizes from their packets. Rachel was
not interested in cost, the practical use of the item, or even the right
color. Only the size at that moment in time was her main interest. She
selected a pair. "Nick, could he try them on?" The clerk told her yes.

"I think he should be remeasured to be sure of his size."

"Certainly, but let me finish with this other customer..."

Rachel saw a somewhat unkept, T-shirted man mopping a back area. He was
obviously the janitor. "Nick, you mind if that gentleman measures his up,"
pointing to the janitor.

"But he's the... Well... of course, Mis Rachael, of course." Nick found it
odd to have a janitor do her son's body measurements, but he knew Rachael
had her own ideas. Nick went to speak to the janitor, and he nodded to her
from a distance.

Turning to Robbie, Rachael said, "OK, sweetie, go into the dressing room to
get measures. The janitor is going to measure you again."

"Janitor? But..."

"Ye, janitor. Now, go in there and... WAIT. She stared at Robbie sternly so
he would remember and obey this command. Robbie freaked out when he
realized what the command meant. As his dad told him, "At any time you are
told to "WAIT," immediately strip naked, beat yourself to a full erection,
spread your feet three feet apart, thrust your hips forward to display your
dick, and grasp your hands behind you just above your buttocks."

Robbie hesitantly went to the small change cubicle, took off the bikinis,
beat his dick, and stood as previously ordered.

The janitor entered the cubicle and was pleasantly surprised to see Robbie
naked. All boned up, standing tall, hip thrust forward. He wanted to grope
the boy but resisted. All Robbie could think of was that his uncouth,
T-shirted broom-pusher would control him!

"Ah, you're Robbie, right? Please stand normal. I need to measure you. It
seems it takes a custodian to measure you correctly. So, let's get right to
it." <br>

"Yes, sir." The janitor was unaccustomed to being called `Sir' but loved
it. The black guy fumbled with the measuring tape and encircled every part
of Robbie's body in all directions, including his dick and balls, as he
`accidentally' fondled the boned-up boy. This was some treat for the
janitor and a horrific humiliation to Robbie, who even began to dribble
precum. After an eternity, they emerged with Robbie wearing the bikini.

Nick came back over to continue to assist. "Ok, Nick. Those bikinis still
fit him even though he is hard and stiff. That means they are too big."
Rachael reflected, "No, no, these won't do. I don't care what the
measurements show." -- The janitor never measured anyone! -- "You see, the
waist would come up to his belly button. I want the low rise." The clerk
then pulled out a low-rise pair. Rachel held it up, "No, not like this
either. It's a low rise, but it would still be too high. I want it lower so
all his pubic hair will show." The clerk again sorted through the various
skimpy Speedos and bikinis styles, came up with super skimpy ones cut much
lower, and handed them to Rachel. "Okay, Robbie, dear, try these on and
come out here to show us how they look." Robbie took the pair and went into
the changing room and changed into the bikini he was just given

"Oh, my god." He said to himself. "These are obscene. I can't wear these,
and I can't come out there!" But Rachel called him to hurry up, and he
finally came out to a small gathering of customers staring at him. It was a
very low cut. There were only about two inches of material around his waist
at the hip. And you could see his lower belly and almost all his pubic
hair. Luckily it was cut high enough in the back to fully cover his ass
cheeks.

"Walk around, Robbie. Let us take a look." Robbie was feeling more and more
like a piece of meat. And what was all this, "Let US take a look?"

"NO, no, these are not right either. Sorry, I just don't want my dear sweet
Robbie to look more like a cute little whore, just as he told me he did."
Robbie was getting hard with all the humiliation and the stares from a
dozen customers, all pretending not to be paying attention. None of them
would leave the area in front of the dressing room. "Look for a pair no
wider than one inch at the hip, please." The clerk opened a different
drawer marked "string bikinis," found one in there, and offered it to
Rachel. "Well, let's see how this one fits, shall we?" The clerk got called
away to assist another customer upfront. So, Rachel thought she had a free
hand to embarrass Robbie further. "Robbie, we want to see you in these."
Robbie put out his hand to take them, but Rachel told him he couldn't take
both pairs into the dressing room. "Take those off first, dear," she said,
pretending to be kind.

Robbie just stood there, aghast. He was not crying, but his eyes were
seeping a tear or two. Rachel snapped her fingers, and he pulled the
low-cut Speedo down and held them up to cover his rigid dick. Again, Rachel
snapped her fingers, and he handed them over, expecting to get the other
ones immediately. He was standing there stark naked; he had left the house
without being allowed to even wear briefs. A few people flashed a camera
phone photo. Rachel pretended to be deciding the difference between the two
styles. "Okay, Robbie, put these on so we can check them out." He quickly
grabbed them and made a beeline for the changing room, about fifteen feet
away. The clerk had to step away to deal with a cash register problem.

Robbie tried them on and saw that the fit was awful. His dick could barely
fit in the pouch. He knew he had no choice, so he reluctantly came out and
showed how they fit. His dick and balls were all smashed together. "Well,
sweetie, how do you think they fit?" Rachel asked. Finally, he was actually
asked for his input.

"I ... I ... I don't ... don't think ..." Robbie was trying to say no to
these bikinis.

"Oh, dear. I see the problem." She had him turn around and pulled back the
back panel covering his butt to check the size. It said size 32. That was
his size.

"Let me check the drawer myself." She opened the drawer that said bikinis
and found one marked size 28. She mumbled the size to herself, not wanting
Robbie to hear her. "Okay, these should fit better. Let me have the others
back." And immediately Robbie stripped naked once again, right in the store
in front of everyone. And again, as he stood there with a boned-up dick,
Rachel pretended to be examining the color of the material she had just
chosen. She was not sure all of Robbie would fit into it, but HER fun,
would be in his awkward public attempt to do so.

To be continued...

What a fucking embarrassing scene in a department store. And... this is
just the beginning. Believe me, you have NEVER read a porn story like this.