Date: Thu, 2 Apr 2020 19:38:47 +0000 (UTC) From: Ash Eater Subject: Terms and conditions 22 For the last fortnight I had been getting used to a smaller cock cage, which had been more difficult to deal with than the fact I was now totally devoid of hair, a state that Master had made clear all slaves were expected to maintain until further notice. As I left the office yesterday I received a text from my Master. Instructing me to call in the gym where the deadlifter would be waiting for me, and make sure that my butt hole was clean and shaved. I arrived at the gym, it was busier than when I and my fellow slaves had all our body hair removed. Other than Master's terse one line instruction I had no idea what to do on my arrival. The look of confusion on my face must have been obvious. The deadlifter who had shaved Kurt approached me. Here to see Kenny? My face must have still looked blank. Ed, has he sent you to see Kenny I nodded. He's in the gym, waiting. I started to walk towards the gym area. Oi you can't go in like that? Where's your gym kit? I don't have it Sir (I knew that I had to use that term of address otherwise I'd surely be in trouble) Fucking Twat. Ok strip Come on hurry up It was obvious that he expected me to strip right there in the foyer. He stood there watching, his arms folded as I undressed, I was thankful for the jockstrap I was wearing even if it hadn't been washed for the last three weeks. That's better , Kenny doesn't like lateness so you'd better hurry up, It took me a while to see Kenny, I approached and stood silently. He carried on with shoulder press work out. I allowed me to take in his muscular physique and how the ones in his upper back and shoulders reacted to each move of his set. "Twelve " he said, throwing down the barbell. He looked at me, lifted his left arm, his hand behind his head and with his other hand pointed to his armpit. Remember body hair, he said with a laugh Go on have a sniff I approached and the smell of his testosterone hit me at the back of my throat. It was such a turn on that I involuntarily started to run myself against his tight. Make sure you don't cum doing that he said pushing my face further into the moistness of his pit. He released his grip, turned round and did another twelve shoulder presses, before getting me to work on his right pit, the pungency and muskiness was as heavenly as the left. He again indicated that I was stop stop as I withdrew. He grabbed both my hands and placed them on his chest , moving them slowly down towards his belly and back up. Go one, touch and worship a real man's body he taunted me, making me fully aware of my deficiencies in that category. Slowly I moved my hand across his body , his shoulder, neck, back buttocks, legs, back up and then his arms, before ending up again at his chest, Every sinew and muscle made me quiver inside. My hands lay motionless on his chest I could feel every breath as it contracted and expanded, He looked me in the face, and grabbing my by the back of my head pulled me towards him and gave me a deep powerful snog. I felt his tongue burrow deep into my throat , as I struggled for breath, old me would have fought back, but I surrendered to his power and allowed my mouth to be violated. It stopped abruptly, my throat now vacant aching for it to be filled again. He looked at me and in a repetition of our first meeting picked me up and lifted me over his shoulder. This time he took me over to one of the weight benches, he sat down, pulled me over his knee and gave me Twelve hard beatings. "Late was he Kenny,". I heard a voice with my eyes shut from the pain and embarrassment, I had been so engrossed by the smell of his arm pits and the way his body felt that I had forgotten that there were men and women exercising around us. Yes, and you know how much I hate people who are late. First rule that any of my Personal Training clients learn. Punctuality. He was lucky to get just one spank for each minute. Remember when I gave you so many that by the time I finished the class was over. Yes Sir, said the voice. My butt will never forget. Never been late since though have I. Kenny laughed and administered another fifteen beatings "Just for luck " Ok let's see that hole of yours. He began to stretch and probe, his finger working slowly in my hole. Starting to sprout some hair I see. Still like rimming I heard him ask. The voice responded, you know me ,my tongue never happier than when its up an arse. We'll moisten this one for me. I heard Kenny instruct I felt my but cheeks being spread open , and then suddenly the hole was invaded by a tongue, an experience I'd not had since before I became Me Edward Martin's slave. It went in almost as deep as Kenny's fingers had during the probing. That's enough, his Master won't be too happy if he started demanding rim jobs. Ok boy, let's get rid of those hairs, he reached into his gym bag and pulled out a razor and began to shave. Nice and clean. Those hairs are growing quickly you know. Before you go another reminder of what a Man has and a slave shouldn't. He yanked down his shorts, his beautifully formed dick nestling in a mass of ginger public hair. Give it some real attention, you look as if you need feeding. My Mouth quickly swallowed it and my nose worked its way to gently nestle in his pubic hair.