Leaving the kitchen I went to the side door that led directly into the garage. It is a two-car garage but there were no cars parked in it today. I stood in the middle of the floor over the water drain, still wearing only my underpants. I was thinking what I could do to Chris to increase my pleasure, especially sexual. I was already proud of what I had accomplished so far today. That feeling of domination felt good. I can't fully explain it but I enjoy doing it and particularly doing it to Chris.
I looked around the garage and headed towards the rear where my dad had two rooms added . One room was his workshop. It was filled with electric saws, a drill press, a large bench with all sorts of tools around it. A bunch of different size dowels stood in the corner. There were cabinets on the walls, some with paint cans and varnish, others with jars of various sizes of screws and nails. I thought what in here can I use on Chris. I looked at the paint cans. Maybe I can paint Chris. No, that is silly. Yet, I had to laugh as I visioned Chris walking around with one green painted ball and the other red. I left this room and headed toward the workout room.In here was a tred mill, a gymnast leather horse, a ping pong table and mats on the floor.I use this room and equipment often, but I still go to the gym once or twice a week. I like to watch the other boys work out in their shorts and see them sweat and then see them naked in the showers. I never thought of this as a "gay" thing, just a "guy" thing. Two of the walls were mirrors from floor to ceiling. There was a couch that opened into a bed. I slept on that a few times whenever we had relatives staying over. I had to give up my bed to aunt and uncle somebody and spend the night here. I am sorry my dad never put in a bathroom, but he did have a sink there. In the cabinet above it I stored an extra supply of grooming items, a razor, hair brush and so on. With those there I didn't have to go back to the house bathroom to groom. And if I needed to take a piss real bad I just use the sink.
I was looking at myself in the mirror and saw my hard cock pushing my underpants straight out. I was just adjusting my cock when I heard Chris's voice.
"Sir, may I enter the garage?"
"Yes you may and come directly to the workout room." I answered.
Chris walked into the room still completely naked with half a hardon.
"Kneel!" I ordered.
He got down on his knees in front of me staring at the floor. What can I do to dominate or humiliate Chris I pondered. Then like a bolt of lightning, it hit me.
"Stand and go over to that gymnast horse and get on it. I want you lying on your back"
As he did that I went to the work shop and brought back a few pieces of rope.
"Put your arms all the way up, hands by your head" I said.
I tied each arm on either side of the horse. I then spread his legs and tied them to each side of the horse.
"Chris, boy, my slave, I have decided that I am going to shave you. I will remove all your hair from below your head. I will start at your neck, then your chest, your nipples, your arms, your pits, your pubic hair, your legs and yes, even your asshole. Now be a good boy and ask me nicely to shave off your hair."
"Sir, please shave off my hair from my chest, nipples, armpits, arms and legs, my pubic hair and the hair around my asshole, Sir."
I went to the closet above the sink and remove a can of shaving cream and a razor. I put a new blade in the razor and returned to Chris.
With the can of shaving cream in my hand I aimed it at his neck and pushed the button. A thick glob of white foam landed on his chin and neck. I started right in with the razor on his neck, some strokes went up, others went down. Chris just stared at the ceiling. When I had finished his neck I put my finger in the foam.
"Open your mouth" I ordered.
He did and I shoved my soap covered finger into his mouth dumping it onto his tongue. I removed my finger.
"Eat it!"
I could see Chris's mouth move as he ate and swallowed the shaving cream.
"Good boy. If you didn't eat it I would have had to cut off your hardon or maybe your balls"
I rubbed the razor gently over his ball sack.
"You would not want to see any blood would you.....specially your blood.:
"Sir, no Sir, no blood, please, Sir" he answered.
I could see the fear in Chris's face. I had no intention of cutting him, but he did not know that.
I picked up the can and this time put the cream in his left pit and on his arm. With the razor I started in his armpit where there was a patch of black hair. I removed all the hair, then did his arm. I did the same to his right pit and arm. Nice and smooth, I thought.
I then shook up the can and deposited white foam all over his chest and nipples. I took my finger and scraped off the foam from each nipple.They were pointed and hard. I pinched the left one hard. Chris made a face. I knew it was painful. I then squeezed his right teat and with my finger nail put pressure on it. His body straightened out with the pain. I then twisted both nipples at the same time. I saw the sweat on his forehead and tears in his eyes. I grabbed the razor and began shaving his chest and around his nipples. There was hardly any hairs on his chest so it didn't take long.
I then put foam in his pubic hair. I rubbed it hard into his skin. His hair was black and curly I kept rubbing the foam all around his cock and balls. Although his face showed fear his cock was rock hard and dripping pre-cum. I had to get a pan full of hot water to clean off the razor, he had a nice size bush. Holding his cock in one hand I shaved off all his pubic hair. I then got a pair of scissors and cut those long hairs from his ball sack. I used only the wet razor to cut the remaining hairs on his scrotum. When I finished I grabbed his balls and squeezed them real hard.
"OW! " he cried.
"Quiet! Are you a baby? I barely touched you."
"Sir. I am sorry Sir. It won't happen again, Sir!"
I continued fondling his balls. I rubbed the right ball then the left ball, then both together. I got a good hold of his bag and the two balls close together and gave it a crunch with my right hand.
"OW! OW!. OH GOD, OH GOD!" Chris screamed aloud.
"Boy, you yelled out, just after telling me it wouldn't happen again. You lied to me. I don't like being lied to. I will have to punish you for lying. Understood?"
"Yes Sir, I understand. I will have to be punished by you for lying, Sir." Chris sobbed.
I had to untie his feet as I saw I would not be able to shave both sides in the position he was in. I also untied his hands. I then continued on shaving both his legs.
"Now turn over on your stomach." I commanded.
Chris managed to turn himself over on the small leather horse. When I saw his back and ass I was surprised. I guess I never noticed before. He barely had any hair to shave. However I foamed his entire back and ass and with the razor I shaved him.
"Now get up on your knees"
Chris got into position so that I was staring directly into his behind.
"Spread your legs further apart and with your hands pull your ass cheeks apart." I ordered.
He did as he was told. I could see his rosebud in all its glory. My mind jumped back to earlier this morning when I was spanking him and saw it for the first time. I just starred at it for awhile, I even got close to sniff it. There was a small aroma of shit there although it was nice and clean on the outside. But there was no hair, not even one. I pretended there was hair there and put shaving cream all over his hole. I rubbed the cream up and down the crack touching his balls again. I used the razor to get up most of the cream.
When I was all finished. I looked at his hole up close again. I took my right index finger and played with his hole for a few minutes then I shoved my finger deep into his ass hole as quick and as hard as I could. Chris let out a big groan. I almost withdrew my finger then thrust it back inside. I kept this up. I remember how it felt when Chris finger fucked me in my bed. It felt great, but he was gentle, I was not. Maybe it is not as pleasant for him. I kept doing this for about five minuted then removed my finger completely. There were streaks of shit on my finger. I told Chris to turn around and sit on the horse facing me. He did. I immediately inserted my shit streaked finger into his mouth. Without either of us saying a word he knew what to do he sucked and cleaned my finger and swallowed any shit that came into his mouth.
As he sat there naked on the horse facing me I could see that his cock was rock hard as was mine. I saw his pre-cum oozing out the slit in his prick. I put my finger into the slime and rubbed it all over his lips. His tongue came out and licked his lips eating all it could find.
"Get off the horse. Stand in front of me and turn around slowly, I want to see what kind of a job I did shaving you." I said.
Chris stood up and with his arms in the air did a slow turn almost as if he was modeling for me. I could see him looking at himself in the wall mirrors. I think he liked what he saw, I know that I did. He looked younger maybe like a twelve or thirteen year old boy. I told him to stop turning and face me. He did.
I looked at him again. I kept thinking what is going on. I found someone I could dominate and humiliate and he is my best buddy, my best friend. How could this be. I have no answer. I just know I love what I am doing and my hard throbbing cock agrees with me. Chris standing naked before me like a puppy waiting for his master to give the next command. His cock too is hard.
"Go into the workshop" I ordered. That is where I will punish you for lying.
"Yes, Sir, I will be punished." Chris walked past me and headed for the workshop.
I gave my cock a good squeeze through the wet pre-cum underpants and walked toward the workshop.