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 installment. Feedback is always welcome to the above address (or to Lionel-Bln or bondbotbln on gay websites). And please support nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
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.