This story is fiction, a figment of my warped imagination. Should the
characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person,
living or dead, it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly
coincidences.
This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex. If
it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location, then
please don't. If you are offended by acts of homosexuality between consenting
and nonconsenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.
The author does not necessarily condon or subscribe to the behaviour discussed
in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts
described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what the hell
they are doing.
Story codes: M/M/Anal/Best/Oral/Bond/NC/Spank/Hum
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
Comments to: robolder@excite.com or elder@fetchmail.com
Road to Slavery, Road to Life
By Rob
Chapter 11
Preparation for an outing.
An outing. The Master had just said he thought I should go on an outing, but
just exactly what does an outing mean?
Another trip to the kennels?
Another round with those damned dogs?
Or was this going to turn out to be one of those things where being back with
the dogs would be infinitely more preferable.
"Wake up Henry", the Master commanded, "time to get the Pussyboy ready for his
first outing".
"Yes sir, right away sir", said Henry.
Henry jumped up off the bed and went over to the cupboard again. Opening a
bottom door he rolled out a small cart. Some things from an upper cupboard
were taken out and placed on the cart. Calling for me to follow, Henry rolled
the cart into that big bathroom. The Master followed close behind.
"Well boy, you have way too much body hair", the Master stated. "A good slave
should be bald and Henry is going help you to be a good slave by shaving you.
All body hair except for your head will be removed. Do you have any problem
with that?" he asked, giving me that cold stare.
"No Master", I replied. Well what the hell else could I say, it was going to
come off whether I liked it or not and I certainly did not. If I complained he
would probably punish me so best to go along with whatever he wanted.
But why remove my body hair? That didn't make much sense. Then I remembered
that William had no body hair. Was William a slave?
Henry, on the other hand, who always differed to the Master, was one big bear
of a man. He had more hair than your average dog, well a slight exageration
but he was very hairy. So what was the real reason for the hair removal.
Probably just to cause me more humiliation, the Master seemed to just love
humiliating me.
"Just as good boy, because it is coming off anyway". With that he turned to
Henry and said, "do it Henry and let me know when you have him ready to go.
Dress him in outfit number two with harness set number 4".
"Yes sir," Henry replied.
The Master then turned and called to William, who had been strangely quiet and
out of sight during this little part of the game. William followed and they
both left the room.
Henry wheeled the cart over to the shower. "Get yourself in Pussyboy and get
wet".
I did as ordered and stood there under the hot water, just enjoying. When I was
good and wet Henry had me move out from under the spray and turn to face him.
He picked up a shaving cup and brush from the cart, dipped the brush into the
cup and swished it around. He brought it out and started applying shaving cream
to my entire chest.
Now I did not have a lot of chest hair, but was very proud of the little I had.
It was a real blow to my male pride to have that hair taken away. However I
just closed my eyes and tried not to think about it. But of course that was
impossible. The feel of the safety razor scraping across my chest began to feel
very erotic and I could feel my dick begining to harden.
Shit, Henry had said one of the goals of the training program was to find out
what turned me on. Well it looked like Henry had something else to add to his
little report, at least I presumed he had to make a report.
Henry worked fairly quickly. In no time at all he had my entire chest
denuded. Then Henry began on my right underarm.
"Ah Henry, do you really have to remove that". I whined.
"You heard the Master, all hair except for your head. Don't know why you are
complaining. From the looks of your dick you are really enjoying this". he
said with a smile.
Ya right, I am really enjoying this, I thought. But damn it to hell, he was
right. I was enjoying it. I didn't really want it and it was humiliating to
have another man shaving me completely without my ok, but at the same time it
was one hell of a turn on.
In just a few minutes both arm pits were completely nude. It felt strange to
have the cool air in the shower pushing against my denuded pits.
Next to go was that beautiful upside down triangle of hair that started just
above my navel and branched out to the sides as it passed over my button, down
and across the pubic bone wrapping around my dick. Although my dick was
bouncing and throbbing like crazy from the erotic feelings of being denuded, a
small tear dropped from my eye at the loss of my manly hair.
When he was finished with that he said, "Lift your dick up and hold it against
your abs and don't play with it. The Master will be very angry if you do and
even angrier if you were to cum without permission."
I grabbed hold of my shaft and pulled it up tight against my abs. I held it
there, but it was difficult not to at least gently rub it. But I knew the
consequences of making the Master angry so just held it tight against my abdomen
and gritted my teeth.
Henry then quickly removed all the hair from my balls. It was a bit of a
ticklish feeling and also very erotic. My dick was throbbing under my hand
demanding relief, but I just held still.
When he finished with my nuts he had me get back under the shower and rinse off
good. It was then back out from under the water and stand still while he
inspected all the areas completed so far. He found a few missed hairs and
quickly got rid of them.
"Ok Pussyboy, turn around, bend over and grab that safety bar. Now spread your
legs wide".
The safety bar was almost on the floor, I would guess not more than 8 inches up
off the floor. I grabbed the bar and then spread my legs as ordered. Henry
didn't waste any time. I felt the most fantastic feeling all around my
asspussy. He was lathering it up real good and driving me crazy. My breathing
became extremely laboured. Shit I wasn't going to have to wank my dick, these
sensations were going to drive me to the magic summit.
But before that could happen Henry had enough shaving cream on my ass and began
shaving. While he shaved my ass he started applying cream to the upper thighs.
When finished with the ass he just moved right on down each thigh. A quick
application of cream to the calves and they also were denuded in quick order.
He then ordered me to stand up and turn around. An application of cream down
the front of both legs, a quick swish with his razor and my legs were now nude.
He told me to get back under the shower and rinse, which I did thankfully.
"All that is left is your arms Pussyboy and you will do those yourself. Good
practice becuase you will have to check yourself every morning and make sure you
shave off any hair that grows in during the night. The Master wants you nude so
take my advice and keep yourself nude".
He handed me the brush and held out the mug. I lathered up the brush and began
lathering my right arm. When it was well lathered I handed him the brush and he
gave me the razor.
It didn't take long before both arms were denuded. Back under the shower, I
used shampoo to wash my hair and then a good rinse and the hair removal exercise
was completed. It was a strange, but very nice feeling drying down with the
towel.
Surprisingly my dick had settled down during the shower. It was still oozing
precum, but it wasn't hard and throbbing. I took the wash cloth and gave it a
good clean off. My balls were a little tender, they wanted release, but I guess
that was going to have to wait until the Master decided to permit it.
Back in the bedroom, Henry went to the cupboard and pulled out a box, about the
size of a shoe box. He brought it to the bed and opened it. Inside I could see
some kind of black leather belt thing.
He had me stand in front of him with my legs slightly spread. The thing turned
out to be some kind of leather harness. He first placed a black belt about an
inch and a half wide around my waist and pulled it tight. Then took another
leather belt or strap out, this one had a ring about half way along its length.
Kneeling down infront of me, he lifted my balls and slid them through the ring.
My dick followed right behind. It was a very snug fit and I could feel my dick
begining to rise again.
Henry took the front end of the strap and attached it to the belt around my
waist. The bottom end of the strap was pushed between my legs and up my back,
attaching to the waist belt. He snugged both ends up until I could feel a
pressure but was not uncomfortable.
Next out was a whole conglomeration of straps which seemed to be attached
together. He had me stretch my arms out straight in front of me. Then placed
the harness on me, kind of like putting on an invisible vest that had the
opening in the back. He went around behind and quickly fastend the straps
together and again snugged them up so they were tight but not uncomfortable.
Coming around front he grabbed the one strap that was hanging down the middle
and fastened it to the belt. Next he placed a finger in behind the straps at
various points checking the fit. A few adjustments and he declared the harness
satisfactory.
Henry put the lid back on the box and placed the box back in the cupboard. He
moved over and opened another larger door and pulled out a black outfit. He
brought it over and laid it on the bed.
From the pocket of what looked like a leather vest he pulled a strange looking
disk, it kinda looked a bit like a small childs spining top.
"Ever seen one of these before Pussyboy?" he asked.
"No Henry I havn't though it does look like a kid's top".
"Well it sure as hell ain't no top Pussyboy", he laughed. "It is a butt plug.
You will have to wear it during our outing today. I don't think you are going
to like it much, at least at first. But the Master wants you to wear it and
wear it you will. So bend over the bed and spread you legs. I will place a
little lub on it to make it go in easier, be sure to relax your annus and gently
try to shit."
I did as ordered and could feel Henry undoing the strap that went up my ass
crack. He rubbed some lub on my hole and soon I was the proud owner of a butt
plug. He refastened the strap and snugged it up. My dick of course was
throbbing like mad.
Well Henry was right, I didn't much like it. It was uncomfortable and I felt
like I had to shit. I sure hope he is right and I get used to it, I wouldn't
want this feeling for very long. It was like having a big load that needed
dumping.
From another pocket in the vest he pulled a jock very similar to the ones he and
the others wore yesterday. It consisted of a leather pouch for the cock and
balls, attached to an elastic type waist band with a strap that went from the
bottom of the jock to the back of the waist band. This one was one piece unlike
the one Henry wore yesterday. I found out later that it was called a thong.
Henry handed it to me and I put it on. It was a pretty good fit, my hard dick
was pushed up and the head was sticking out the top of the pouch. It was not
very comfortable with the elastic waist band of the thong pulling it in tight
against the leather strap from the cockring. I felt rediculous, but what the
hell could I do.
Next Henry handed me a pair of leather pants, but they had no crotch. I gave
him a strange look but all he did was smile. It took a considerable amount of
effort to get myself into these, ah.....well.....I don't know what the hell to
call them, so I will use the term pants, but be warned I am using the term
loosely. They were very tight and I really had to pull hard to get them on.
The crotch was open but only at the front and I could feel the warm leather
pulling tightly agains my ass. My poor dick with it's purple head being choked
by the elastic of the thong just kept on throbbing and dripping precum.
Henry then lifted up the vest. Again black leather, it was soft and smooth and
smelt heavenly. It also was a very tight fit and was open from the neck down
across my entire chest and came together just above my navel, where it fastened
with two small leather straps. It also had other fasteners and Henry spent a
few minutes fastening the vest to the.....ah.....pants. The arms of course were
sleeveless.
Henry had me sit down on the bed and went back to the cupboard. He returned a
few seconds later with a pair of knee high boots. He had me raise each leg one
at a time and forced the boots on, again they were a tight fit. When I went to
stand up I found out that these boots had very high heels. They had to be at
least 4 inches. I had never experienced foot wear like this before and it took
a few seconds for me to get a good balance.
Henry had me follow him over to the cupboard from which he had removed this
outfit. He opened the door wide and on the inside of the door was a full length
mirror. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This really sexy dude all done
up in black leather, my poor old cock was just a throbbing. I had never seen
one, but I had the very distinct impression that what I was looking at was a
male prostitute.
Now just where did the Master intend on taking me for my, uh.......outing?
To be continued.
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
Comments to: robolder@excite.com or elder@fetchmail.com
