Date: Tue, 31 Mar 2020 20:34:17 +0000 (UTC) From: Ash Eater Subject: Terms and Conditions 21 As we followed Master along the pavement wondering what's next in store I could sense the people we passed looking at us. Skinheads were not exactly unknown in Soho, In my previous life I'd gone home with a fair few that I'd picked up in Comptons, but we could not have passed as skins, the absence of boots and skin tight denims was a giveaway that we were something else. Six bald headed men, with no eyebrows, following silently and obediently a Man dressed fully in leather. It was clear that we were property accompanying their Owner. He stopped outside a branch of Boot's . Wait here. He came out carrying two bags. He handed one each to Eric and Kurt and then continued leading us through the streets of the West End. We stopped outside a gym, briefly, before he ushered us inside. It was empty save for six muscle bound hunks working on some deadlifts. Engrossed in their work out they seemed to have not paid any attention to the six hairless freaks that had joined them. We were in the middle of the gym floor Master ordered us to strip. Gentlemen With that the deadlifters approached, us and began to circulate, as lions with their prey. I suddenly found myself being lifted up over the shoulders of one of the smallest - which was relative, only a few centimetres taller than me but three times my size muscle wise. Before we get to the next stage I've agreed that you can entertain these fine gentlemen. For the next thirty minutes you are theirs. He carried me over to a corner of the gym, threw me on the floor , and just as quickly lifted me up on my feet. He said only one word. Worship. He lifted his arms , placing his hands behind his head. I tentatively stuck my nose into his right arm pit. He growled. An indication I was doing something right. I inhaled the muskiness, the smell of fresh sweat , my dick taking advantage of its freedom sprung into life. I so wanted to wank off, but feared the consequences. Physically the cage was off but mentally I was still in chastity unless Master said otherwise. My tongue licked his armpit, the hair inside reminding me that Master somehow had plans that would result in my losing mine by the end of the day. I worked my across his chest to the opposite armpit. The chest was smooth, and I again contemplated my soon to be fate. The difference being this muscular stud had voluntarily surrendered his hair. As my tongue worked away down his back absorbing the sweat from his lifting, I could hear noises from my other slaves. Phil being subjected to some cock and ball torture, after all the abuse it had received from Master's hands he was still unable to disguise the pain. Eric was being fucked, the groans from his deadlifter echoing round the gym floor . Richard was being spanked , and Kurt gagged on dick . I finally reached the base of the spine, as I started to lick the buttock, I was stopped. Silently I was pushed back on to my back. My muscle stud then crouched over me presenting his hole. He turned round to look at me, no word was spoken but he darted his tongue quickly in and out of his mouth. I knew what I had to do next, I started to worship his hole, again I was thankfully that this time I had been assigned to a man who knew about cleanliness. My tongue eventually started to tire, having worked its way as far as it could inside, and it was a relief when again I heard Master 's voice. Gentlemen. Thank you , I'm afraid i have to reclaim my slave The deadlifters returned to the corner of the gym, but not before min lifted me up and gave me a deep kiss Ok, said Master . Off to the changing room, Don't forget those plastic bags he said to Eric and Kurt. Once in the changing room he took the bags, and emptied the contents on the floor. A mix of hair removers, shaving foam and bic razors. I want all the body hair gone, pits, chest arms, legs, toes, just keep the hair between the butt cheeks and Paul, Phil, Kurt and Eric l keep the pubes. The balls however must be smooth. Let's start with the Veet, chest arms, legs. John help Richard do his back, Phil help Kurt. After fifteen minutes or so we were all covered in hair remover it began to sting. Gentlemen The deadlifters appeared again, These gentlemen are going to help remove some of that. He walked towards the fire-escape, which led to a backyard, Kneel In unison we kneeled, on the hard concrete floor The deadlifters approached us, the dicks hanging out from beneath their shorts. Pointing towards is we were sprayed with piss. It made no difference to the amount of hair removal on our bodies, but it was a demonstration of the hold Master had on us. As the deadlifters retreated and watched us from benches in the corner of the yard Master spoke It' s been long enough, time for a shower. He walked over to an outside tap , to which was attached a hosepipe, he turned it on and all six of us were doused with cold water. The shock to the system made us first giggle then scream. The powerful jet began to remove the cream from our bodies. After ten minutes he stopped I could see that we were all less hairy than we began. Ok back in, under the showers. There he threw some shaving foam and a razor each to us. Time to get those buttholes clean . Take a can and razor each, crawl over to your deadlifter, he'll make sure that you are nice and clean. I crawled over to my muscle god, when I reached him I bowed my head and presented the cream and razor. He lifted and twirled one finger, silently instructing me to stand and turn. He then grabbed me and had me over his knee in no time. I felt the shaving foam being applied to my arse, his fingers working their way into my hole, then the cold steel of the razor blade. He was surprisingly gentle in his approach but there was no doubt that he was removing all the hairs, I was with the exception of my pubic hair going to be totally hairless by the time this was over. He threw the razor on the ground and parted my cheeks, I felt his spit hit the spot ,as he again stuck one finger then a second into my butt. He spoke for only the second time, That needs to be sloppier, as a third finger launched an invasion. From the groans that ricocheted across the yard I could sense that the other slaves were also having their holes probed and prodded. Then John's handler clapped his hand. Oh dear John said Master, Who said you could cum. You know that's not permitted unless I say so . Looks as if the rest of you have a treat in store. Gentlemen, thank you for your assistance. You know where to find us if you need us. With that it was just Master and us six slaves, John come here, Master said pointing at his feet. John crawled over and kissed each of Master's boots Time for a Bukkake party I think, I've not milked you for a while, so what better time than now, and what better target than John's face. For Phil, Kurt e and Eric this was a rare opportunity to revisit their life as dominants, the excitement on their faces was obvious. We all started to wank, slowly at first but our speed soon increased and we were doing it in sync. Kurt and Eric came simultaneously, soon followed by Richard, Phil was next and finally now under pressure to perform I spurted out what to me seemed like a pint of semen over John's face. It was dripping down his now smooth face onto his equally smooth torso, John that stays there, don't you dare lick or wipe it off Paul he said , addressing me. You came last, suggested you need milking less often than the others, a smaller cage when we are back in the office. they He then instructed us to return inside, and dress, Ten minutes later all six of us were walking through the streets of Soho, hairless freaks, our clothes feeling very different against our skin than they had a few hours earlier. The cum was still visible on John's face, the tears of shame mixing with it as he walked behind Master. We returned to the office. Inside he instructed the four of us who still had public hair to step forward You didn't think I'd be letting you keep that now did you he said walking beside us. No no no . He quickly took a yank and pulled out some of my pubes. Eric and Kurt, the not so happy couple, I want you to pull out each other's hair, Paul I'm going to pull out yours and Phil you can pull out your own. I looked down at my pubes, and thought how ridiculous they looked there against the rest of my hairless body. As I contemplated this Master yanked out the first clump oh fair. He looked at me as he held it in his hand. Thank you Master I whispered. He threw the hairs in the air and went for the second clump, Thank you Master. I could see Kurt and Eric clasping each other shoulders as they took it in turns to remove their partner's last vestige of masculinity Phil was hesitating, removing barley a few stands at a time, Thank You master I uttered for the fourth time Fucksake Phil, it's simple just hold and yank. Ok John, Richard go and help. You remove it for him. John and Richard scurried to Phil , John first and then Richard both with the pleasure evident in their face yanked out some hair. He has catching up to do, so it simultaneously. Phil screamed as John and Richard both removed hair at the same time. By the time I thanked Master for the tenth time we were almost all totally hairless in the groin areas. A few minutes later Master was inspecting us, much like he had earlier in the day, similar to a farmer inspecting prospective livestock, a pat on the butt, a probing finger, and a tweak of the nipple. Now this is how I intend to keep you for the next eight weeks, those who disobey may end up like this longer possibly permanently. Now let's get these cages, on, that reminds me Paul , a smaller size for you.