SIX
Since I had taken the day off, I decided to cook dinner for everyone. All four of us would be eating together and I was nervous as hell. They would be the first ones to see me shaved like this. I made a pot of stew—one of our favorites, and even made biscuits as well. They too had been telling me good I looked and how happy. I wondered what they would think when they saw my shaved head, and how I would explain it.
Oh, let me introduce my housemates: Matt teaches math in the local high school, so he was the first to get home. He walked into the kitchen talking to me. Then all of a sudden, he stopped dead. "Wha...holy shit, Rob (my rl name, remember), what the fuck . . . . OMG . . . . " He actually comes over and rubs his hand on the top of my head but then pulls it off right away and rushes to wash his hand in the sink. I had put the ointment on that Master ordered me to buy. "Ok, dude: spill it! Why in the name of all that is right and holy did you do that to yourself?" What could I say? "Who the fuck shaved you?"
I had come up with a story to tell. "I've actually been thinking about it for a while, Matt. I asked a couple of bald-headed guys at work where they got it done and they gave me a name. I made an appointment last night and voila! Here I am. Robert the Bald!" Matt laughs and shakes his head. "Too much. Staid Robert Finnian has bought into a trend!" "A trend?"
"Yes, from what I've seen. Guys are getting into it. There's something about the feeling of being shaved, on of them told me, that is really electrifying. It's popular with the BDSM crowd as well."
"How do you know that? Are you into BDSM now?"
"Not really, but I've been around. To tell you the truth, I went to one of those clubs a couple weeks ago and actually saw some guy getting his hair cut off and his bald head shaved. It seemed really intense, the look on his face while it was happening. Some men were standing around watching it and making insulting comments. I left because I'd have enough. Apparently it was a form of humiliation and the guy getting shaved was called a sub.."
He pours himself a cup of coffee and sits at the table reading some magazine he has. All of a sudden he slams his hands on the table. "Holy shit! Robbie, you're into that shit!"
I turn beet red. "You are! Goddamn, dude! My landlord is a kinkster!"
"Please shut up about it, Matt."
"I'll keep quiet about it but I want to know what's going on. Who did it to you?"
"Some guy I met on Fludder. We talked for a while and finally met. It was intense. That's why I took the day off today, to recover from it all."
"So are you going to keep seeing him?"
"Perhaps. We're staying in touch. He's the one who shaved me. To be honest, that's making me want more from him."
"Well, Rob, if you ever need anything, help, or anything at all, you can always come to me. Hey, maybe we can go to the club together sometime."
I doubt it but I wasn't going to say anything else about it right now. The stew was simmering. I'd wait for the others to get home before putting the buns in the oven.
Next in was Wally. Accountant. Looks like one, too. Has an on again-off again relationship with one of his clients. Quiet guy. Friendly, but a bit on the shy side. When he first sees me he comes out with a bit "WOW! Baldy! Damn, Rob, it looks good on you."
"thanks Wally. Of course if I decide I don't like it, it will always grow in."
"Yeah but you've been losing your hair a lot the past two years. Bald is a better look than just a big bald spot on top our your head. I commend you. I'm sure it took guts." He pats me on the back and then goes to his rooms.
Derek and Steve walk in at the same time. Matt met them as soon as they came in and warned them up front what to expect. Derek is a social worker. Steve is a manager at a big box store. Both younger than I. 40's. Neither of them makes a heap of money, so this is a good arrangement for them. I don't charge them much and they appreciate it. They're a couple and share the upstairs suite. Been together three years already. Derek had moved in first, but when he and Steve got together He asked if Steve could live with him and I agreed. Both really nice guys. Not only that, but they told me that they'd take the responsibility for keeping the common areas of the house neat and clean for Matt and Wally and me. Real homebodies.
So anyway, that's my crew. Matt told them what I'd done and they rushed into the kitchen to take a look. I felt like a specimen on exhibit. But all in all, this is good. Have them see me and react before I have to go to the office in the morning.
The conclusion was that it looked good on me and they were shocked I really went through with it. None of them asked the type of questions that Matt asked. All well and good.
Like I said it's a big sprawling house. Matt, Wally, and I are on the ground floor. We each have private entrances on the street, so it looks like we're all sharing a condo. Derek and Steve use the main entrance and their suite is upstairs over Matt and Wally. Mine is the biggest and there's nothing above me. Good thing because sometimes things get a little noisy, even though my dungeon room is sound-proofed.
I have to wonder about Matt. What he really thinks of what's going on. How involved has he gotten in the scene? Dom or sub? I have a lot of questions and I know he has as well. We're in for some rather interesting conversations in the near future, that's for sure!
Dinner was lovely. We all fit together so well. I hope my recent activities will not throw a monkey wrench into the wonderful companionship we all enjoy.
No sooner did I get to my room when a text came through:
"Be naked and ready at 8:30 pm. I'm sending a friend over to spank you in the shower the way you described in your little autobiography. Serve him however he wants. He's sure to let me know how things go. If he has any complaints you will be whipped tomorrow night before you report to Clark to get fucked. I'll be sure to land the whip on your ass to make the fucking more painful for a slave like you."
It was now 8:15. I stripped down quickly and made sure the bathroom was orderly. Wow. I remember those spankings and how much I cried. And how they left me alone crying on the floor of the shower once they were done with me.
Anyway, now the spanking will hurt just as much as it did back then, but I think I have a higher tolerance for pain after all I've experienced the past few years. Of course, that remans to be seen. Little did I suspect how terribly degrading this scene was going to be.
I opened the door exposing my shaved nakedness to the man who had come to spank me in the shower. Oh my fucking ever-loving God, this was the worst possible thing that could have happened. It was Leo Birmingham, a 21-year-old intern working right in my own office suite. OMG. What would this mean for my desire to keep work and kink in very separate categories? Not only that, but it turns out he is a friend of the Master!
He was as surprised as I. At first I don't think he recognized me because of my nudity and my shaved head. "I'm here to spank your ass, Daddy, until you holler like a little boy." He spoke with confidence and authority, not at all like the nervous neophyte in the office. "fucking shit!" he says, "what a bare specimen you turned out to be. What's your name, faggot?
"Denny, Sir." Suddenly he realized who I was. "Mr. Finnian? Holy shit! You're the one he says he's going to break in as a limitless slave! So you call yourself Denny, eh? That's cool. Good idea to keep the identities straight lest you reveal too much of yourself. Too bad your plan to keep things separate has crashed and burned. I can sense that I'm going to go far in your company, boy. Yeah! Denny is a boy, a faggot slave. Denny needs to get his ass beat by a stud like me."
He kicks off his shoes then pulls his shirt over his head revealing abs to die for and arms that look like they can deliver a real bruising. Then off come the pants. He's wearing a leather jock. I stated wondering if he wore that to work.
"Feast your eyes on me, boy. You'll be licking me clean before I leave here tonight. Everywhere. And if you don't show eager enthusiasm, I'll just drag you back o the shower for another thrashing. So let's go. Get in there and start the shower. I'll treat you good and let you use warm water, not cold."
There's something very endearing about Leo acting this way and that thought really scared me, humbled as I was and about to be thrashed by the lowest man on the totem pole in my office. We enter the bathroom. "Well, faggot, get under the water so I can get started beating you." I try to block out all awareness of just who it is who is commanding me as I turn on the water, set the temp, and get under the spray until I'm wet all over.
Leo opens the shower curtain. "Isn't this nice. A slippery wet slave boy who needs a good thrashing." He holds out his left arm. "Lean over my arm, faggot. Take what you've got coming to you." I can feel the strength in his arm as I bend over a bit. He pushes my head farther down and pulls me towards him. Water is splashing everywhere and I understand why he stripped down.
It wasn't just to impress me with his awesome body. Damn! I don't care how much this hurts. I'm going to get to lick his body from head to foot. He raises his right arm all the way in the air and brings it crashing down right on the center of my ass near the bottom. Shit, that hurt! It was quickly followed with more as he methodically covered every inch of my ass and had me crying out sooner than I had expected. Damn, could this kid spank!
I wonder if the Master trained him for this or if it comes naturally. After hitting every inch of my flesh back there he makes his rounds again and the pain multiplies with each blow while he chuckles. "Who would fucking belief that I get to thrash the shit out of old Mr. Finnian! Take it, faggot. The Master wants you so sore you have trouble sitting tomorrow."
Finally I'm crying and howling and trying to get away. Finally he stops and actually drags my entire body out of the tub, hitting me wherever he can get a clear shot. "Get your fucking face down on the floor and start cleaning between my toes, faggot. Show me how grateful you are for my special attention."
I lose myself lapping his body but he won't let me near his hard cock. He makes me stand and lick his fucking sizzling chest then up to his armpits. I don't think he put on deodorant this morning, so I get a mouthful of pit sleaze as he keeps pushing my head into each pit and smacking me again where I'm most sore.
Finally he pushes me back down onto the floor and turns himself around. Okay, faggot. Spread my cheeks and eat out my ass. Make sure you get your tongue all the way up my butthole."
Fortunately there's no smell as I do the one most degrading things I ever have to do, at least so far. "Get in there, faggot!" He slaps me on the back of my head and bends over farther. "Get into that ass like you're a starving man and that's all I'm giving you to eat, slaveboy. Prove you have no dignity when it comes to me."
Finally he's satisfied. "Get back in the tub, slave!" he orders and I obey. Wanna see my cock, faggot? Beg me for it!"
"Sir, please let this faggot see your awesome cock. Please let me enjoy looking at it."
"You've gonna do more than just looking at it, faggot. You'll be sucking it down a few times every week when you and I have to have closed door meetings in your office. We'll work it out just fine. And don't worry. I won't spread your secret. I don't want anyone knowing about my special talents either. But I reckon some kind of a promotion will soon come my way and you'll need to consult with me in private two or three times a week. We'll make it work, MISTER FINNIAN," he cries out in mockery of me. "So anyway, here's your first look at the cock you'll be worshipping on a regular basis from now on."
He pulls aside the pouch of his jock and damn, he has one right nice fine tool there. Nicely shaped. Cut. Big juicy head and regular sized shaft. "You like that, faggot?" "Yes, Sir, thank you for showing it to this slave."
"I'm gonna do more than just show it to you, boy." With that a powerful stream of piss shoots out of it and covers me from my head down, over my face and around my mouth. Suddenly he stops pissing. He's holding his cock tightly. "Stick out that fucking tongue, faggot. Let me wash off the ass juices from your tongue." I stick out my tongue but hold my mouth shut as tightly as I can as he lets go with another volley and soaks my tongue with his piss. "Put it back in your mouth and start enjoying what I taste like!"
Finally he finishes. "What do you have to say for yourself, faggot?" "Thank you, Sir for giving me the thrashing I deserve and allowing me to taste your body all over and also taste your piss. thank you for showing me your awesome cock. thank you for promising to keep my secret to yourself."
He reaches down and hauls off and smacks my face so hard I fall over into the tub, laying in the piss which he poured over my body.
"There, boy. You look good like that. Keep up the good work. I'll put a good word in for you with your Master so you don't get whipped too much tomorrow."
I thank him profusely as he turns to leave my home. then I scrub myself clean from all traces of his piss. Once I've dried off I go to sit on the couch to watch some TV but it hurts too much to sit right now. fuck it. I have a glass of juice and crawl into bed. So much has happened today and I'm so very weary that even my throbbing ass doesn't prevent me from falling into a deep sleep. A deep dreamless sleep and for that I'm grateful.
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Here are the other stories I have posted, with the dates where you can find them:
The first five should be read in order:
The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022 Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023 Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023 Brandon's Brothers 5/19/2023 Total Subjugation 5/25/2023
These stories are stand-alone
Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023 Training Toby 12/31/2023 Breaking Me In 03/10/2024