Doctor is a Daddy

Billy is one of many boys I've owned over the years. Some, like Billy, take to being hairless and submissive almost right away, some others take more time, and some sadly don't work out at all.

Take Noah for example - a huge hairy, rugby playing bear. Noah was openly a bottom, and liked nothing more than getting his ass fucked multiple times at the sauna by guys as big and as hairy as he was. I done my homework before meeting him and knew who Noah was and what he liked, and during his first appointment I could tell that his needs might be turned into a desire to submit, so I thought he'd be ready for the first step.

I asked Noah to strip, and when he hesitated taking off his boxers told him sternly that they needed to come off too. Noah was a little chubby with nice large muscles underneath. But the first thing anyone would notice about him naked was his thick coating of body hair - a dark brown mat of fur that led from his neatly trimmed beard and covered his chest, arms, pits, and legs. His bush in particular was one of the thickest I had come across in my experience as a Dom, and it made his cock look impressive, even if it was on the smallish side. I could tell by the way Noah was self-consciously stroking his chest hair that he was proud of it, and that its masculine appearance was a comfort to him. He was going to feel very different by the time this appointment was over.

"Tell me, Noah" I began, my voice firm but not unkind, "What do you think about your body hair?" Noah looked up at me, a hint of defiance in his eyes. "I like it, " he said, his voice gruff. "Makes me feel manly, especially when I bottom for other hairy guys. They love it. It's like a sign of strength, you know?

"And your cock?" I pressed on. "Does your hairiness make you feel more confident about it?" He shrugged, a hint of insecurity peeking through his bravado. "It's not the biggest, but it gets the job done. And with all this fur, guys at the bear sauna seem to like it." He grinned, a bit embarrassed but also proud of his reputation as a good bottom.

"The guys say it makes me look more... inviting." As Noah spoke, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of amusement at his self-assessment. Hairy, muscular bottoms were indeed popular at the sauna, but I knew that with a bit of coaxing, Noah had the potential to crave a different kind of attention - the kind that came from being completely hairless and at my mercy.

"Noah," I said, my tone still firm, "I understand your attachment to your fur, but I want you to consider this. Have you ever thought about how much more... vulnerable you'd be if all this hair was gone?" I gestured to his thick, hairy chest and crotch. Noah's eyes narrowed, and his fists clenched slightly at his sides. "What're you on about?" he growled, his voice a mix of anger and confusion. "Why would I want to look vulnerable?"

I stepped closer to him, my hand resting gently on his shoulder. "Noah, I'm not saying you aren't manly with your hair. But imagine how much more exposed, how much more... irresistible you'd be without it. How much more your skin would feel to the touch, how much more the guys would want to see every inch of you."

Noah's defiance began to waver, his breathing growing slightly shallower. "But... it's a part of me," he protested weakly. "I know, and it's a powerful part of you," I assured him, my voice taking on a soothing, almost hypnotic quality. "But think about it - when you're a submissive, isn't part of the thrill the feeling of being bare and open to whatever your dom wants to do to you?" His eyes searched mine, the anger slowly giving way to curiosity. He was beginning to understand. "I guess so," he murmured, his voice a bit softer now. "But... I don't know if I could....."

"Ah, but that's where I come in," I said with a gentle smile. "I'll help you see that deep down, you're not just a bottom, you're also a submissive. And when you're hairless, you'll look and feel like the little boy I know you want to be deep down."

I watched as the concept sank in, his pupils dilating slightly. He swallowed hard, but I could see that his cock had got slightly hard. "A... a little boy?" he repeated, his voice a whisper

"Yes" I affirmed, my hand moving to stroke his cheek, feeling the coarse hairs of his beard. "Submissive, smooth, and eager to please.". The tension in the room grew thick as we stared at each other, Noah's mind racing with the possibilities. I knew that underneath his tough exterior, he had a submissive core yearning to be uncovered. "But... but what about the guys at the sauna?" Noah asked, his voice cracking. "They won't recognize me like that."

"They'll recognize you, Noah," I assured him, my voice a low rumble of confidence. "They'll see the real you. They'll see your submission, the allure of your vulnerability.". As I spoke, I could feel him melting into the idea, his resistance crumbling. His cock had begun to thicken even further, betraying his growing excitement.

I put a reassuring hand at the back of his neck. I knew this large, hairy man was about to give in "Ok.... ," he said quietly, his voice small and trembling. "I will try it..... "

I nodded, a smug smile playing on my lips. "Good boy." I stepped back and snapped my fingers. "Strip, stand up straight, hands behind your head." Noah's eyes went wide, but he obeyed without question. Each layer of removed clothing revealing more and more his dense coating of body hair. But Noah wasn't fooling anyone. His cock bobbed slightly as he took the position, despite his scrotum tensing up.

"Now," I said, turning to the intercom, "Gus: bring in the equipment."

There was a brief pause before the door to the room clicked open and in strode Gus, a short, stocky ginger bear with a thick mat of fiery red hair that covered his arms, chest, and legs. His overall was pulled tight over his frame, showcasing every bulging muscle. Despite his overall, his own cock was clearly outlined, thick and hard. He looked like a man who took pleasure in his work.

Noah's eyes widened even more at the sight of Gus, his cheeks flushing red as he realized he was now on full display to another man. He started to lower his arms, but I barked, "Stay!" and he froze, his body quivering slightly. Gus looked him over with a clinical eye, nodding in approval at the prospect of what was to come. He rolled in a cart laden with various shaving equipment, his eyes never leaving Noah's naked form.

"I... I'm not sure about this," Noah murmured, his voice trembling. He tried to break the silence that had descended upon the room, but I wasn't about to let his doubts ruin this moment. I reached down and firmly squeezed his balls, not enough to cause pain, but enough to make him gasp and hold his tongue. His eyes watered, and he bit his lower lip to keep from crying out.

As I held him in that uncomfortable grip, I studied his reaction. His cock, which had been growing steadily, was now fully erect, poking out from the thick bush of pubic hair like a flagpole. It was clear that despite his protests, the idea of being shaved bare was turning him on. His body was betraying his true desires.

"You don't need to be sure, Noah," I said calmly, releasing my hold on him. "You just need to trust me and let go. Gus will take good care of you." Noah whimpered, his knees buckling slightly. He was on the edge of his comfort zone, but I knew it was what this big man needed. The anticipation was almost palpable and made the air thick with excitement.

Gus stepped up to him, a gentle smile playing on his lips. He placed a reassuring hand on Noah's shoulder, and the big bear's eyes searched his for a moment, looking for any signs of genuine distress. Finding none, he began to prep the area, spreading warm shaving cream over his thick mound of pubic hair. Noah's cock twitched in response, and he let out a soft moan. The sound was music to my ears, and I knew that we were on the right path. His submission was going to be excellent, and I was going to enjoy every moment of it.

Gus took a small, sharp razor and started to carefully shave the hair away. He worked meticulously, ensuring that not a single strand was missed. Noah's eyes were squeezed shut, his teeth clenched. I could see he was trying to be stoic and not react, but as the minutes ticked by and the fur disappeared, revealing the smooth, pink skin beneath, Bills stifled sobs grew louder. The sight of his bare, vulnerable cock was too much for him to bear, and he began to weep in earnest.

"Look at yourself, Noah," I said softly, guiding his chin so that he could see his reflection in the full-length mirror we had positioned for just this purpose. His eyes grew wide with shock and a kind of horrified fascination. He was already looking more like a boy without his pubes, and his small cock now looked even more like a young one's, standing out starkly against the bare skin. "You see?" I said, stroking the side of his face with the back of my hand. "You're already more vulnerable. So smooth and explosed"

Noah's sobs grew in intensity, but his cock remained rock hard. It was a curious mix of emotions - fear, sadness, and arousal all rolled into one. His body was responding to the humiliation in ways that his mind hadn't quite caught up with yet. But that was the beauty of it all. The transformation from hairy bear to smooth, submissive boy was always the most thrilling part of the process.

As Gus wiped away the last of the shaving cream, revealing Noah's completely hairless crotch, I stepped back and admired the handiwork. "You're doing so well," I said, my voice full of praise. "Your cock is just perfect like this." Noah's breath hitched in his throat, and he looked up at me with a mix of gratitude and despair. He knew that this was just the beginning of his transformation, and that the real test would come when the rest of his fur was gone.

Gus took a step back, and eyed up Noah's body. He licked his lips, and I could see his own cock straining against his pants. "Their turn" he said, gesturing to Noah's arms. With trembling hands, Noah lifted his dropping arms further back, totally revealing the thick pits of hair that had been his pride. Gus approached him with a fresh dollop of shaving cream, his movements deliberate and precise.

The sound of the shaving cream being applied was almost soothing, a stark contrast to the intense emotions that were playing out on Noah's face. He whimpered as the first strokes of the razor glided through the dense forest of his armpit hair, the sharp blade peeling away the fur to reveal the tender, pink skin beneath. His whole body was taut with tension, every muscle standing at attention.

As the hair fell away, Noah did what a lot of new boys do, and his body began to relax. The initial shock of the cold steel had passed, and he was now lost in the sensation of the shave, the gentle tug of the razor, the warmth of the shaving cream, and the occasional touch of Gus's hand as he guided him through the process. The smell of his sweat filled the room, mixing with the scent of shaving cream and the faint metallic tang of the blade.

When Gus was done, Noah looked down at his bare armpits, his eyes wide with shock. He was no longer the hairy bear he had been moments ago. His thick, furry mounds were now smooth, glistening with the remnants of shaving cream. The transformation was stunning and even though he was opening crying now, I could see his eyes were shining with arousal. "Look at you, Noah," I said, my voice filled with approval. "You're looking more like a boy with every stroke of the razor." His cheeks flushed, and he swiped at his tears with the back of his hand. His cock was now fully erect, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. The sight of his vulnerable, hairless armpits was clearly turning him on in ways he hadn't expected.

"Do... do you really think I look like a boy?" he asked, his voice hoarse from crying. "I do," I said, my eyes raking over his now-bare body. "And not just any boy. A very, very obedient boy who knows his place." Noah's chest heaved, and he bit his lip, trying to hold back the sob that was building in his chest. He knew that he was being manipulated, but something deep within him was responding to it in ways that he couldn't control.

The next step was to tackle his legs and chest, which would be a much more involved process. I had a seat and made myself comfortable as Gus picked up the can of shaving cream and a fresh blade. Noah's legs were next, and he began to apply the cream in thick, even strokes. He had to spread his legs wider to allow Gus access, and the position made him look even more exposed. His cock bobbed with every movement, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill of power as Gus began to shave him down.

As Gus shaved his legs, His eyes met mine, and I could see the fear and excitement in them. He was on the edge of something, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to jump or run. But he didn't run. Instead, he took a deep breath and nodded, his body trembling slightly as he braced himself for the next phase.

Gus moved up to his chest, spreading the shaving cream over the thick mat of hair that covered it. Noah's breath hitched as the cold cream touched his sensitive skin, and he watched in the mirror as Gus began to remove his final layer of protection. The razor glided through the hair, revealing the soft, downy skin beneath. He was now almost completely hairless.

Noah's sobs grew quieter as the shaving continued, his body growing used to the sensation. He was starting to realize this feeling of vulnerability, this sense of being stripped bare and exposed. His cock was now leaking a steady stream of precum, a testament to his growing arousal. The smell of his skin was intoxicating, and I found myself getting hard just watching him.

"Look at you," I murmured, tracing the line of his now-bare collarbone with my finger. "So smooth, so soft, so... irresistible." Noah's eyes searched mine, looking for any sign of mockery or disgust. But all he found was desire. His body was now a canvas for me to mold into whatever I wanted, and the thought had him so turned on he could barely stand it.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Thank you for... for making me like this." I leaned in and kissed him gently, tasting the salt of his tears. "You're welcome," I said, my voice thick with lust."

The final frontier was his ass. "Bend over, Noah," I ordered, and he did so without question, his legs shaking as he spread his cheeks wide. Gus approached with a wicked grin, his own excitement evident. The hair around Noah's asshole was as thick as a jungle. "Such a hairy little hole," Gus murmured, his voice thick with lust. "We're going to make it so smooth and inviting."

Noah's whimpers grew louder as Gus applied the shaving cream to his ass, the coldness sending shivers down his spine. He could feel his asshole puckering and clenching with every touch, and he knew what was coming next. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, so... turned on. The idea of being completely hairless, of having his asshole out there for everyone to see, was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

Gus took his time, carefully shaving away the dense forest of hair, revealing the pink, puckered flesh beneath. He was thorough, making sure to get every single strand. As he worked, he whispered to Noah, telling him how submissive he was, how much he was going to love being used by his new masters. Noah's cock was now leaking precum like a faucet, his whole body trembling with need.

"Look at that," I said, my voice a low growl. "Your ass is perfect. So smooth, so... tempting." Noah's cheeks were flaming red, but he didn't protest as Gus spread his cheeks even wider, exposing his tight, pink asshole. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that had him on the edge of orgasm. He had never felt so... open. So ready.

As the last of the hair was removed, Gus leaned in and licked a long, slow line from Noah's balls to the base of his spine. He groaned, his body arching involuntarily. "So sweet," Gus murmured, his voice filled with lust. "So... delicious." He kissed each cheek softly, his stubble grazing against the freshly shaved skin. Noah whimpered, his whole body shaking with the intensity of his arousal.

The transformation was complete. Noah was now totally hairless, his body trembling with the need to be used. The thought of being taken, of being filled and dominated, was all he could think about..

"Thank you," he whispered again, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. "Thank you for... for making me into... this." His voice trailed off, lost in a sea of emotions. "You're welcome, my boy," I said, pride in my voice. "You're going to be the most popular little slut in the sauna."

Gus, having finished his task, left the room to give us a moment of privacy. As the door clicked shut, Noah looked down at the floor, his eyes lingering on the pile of hair that used to be a part of him. "It was a part of you," I said, understanding his pain. "But you'll soon forget, it'll be just a memory.."

Gus returned a few minutes later, a brush in hand, and began to sweep up the remnants of Noah's hair. The sound of the bristles against the floor was rhythmic and soothing, a strange ballet of dominance and submission playing out before our eyes. Each clump of hair that was swept up was a piece of Noah's old life being erased, making room for his new identity as a hairless submissive.

As Gus worked, Noah's gaze remained glued to the floor, watching the pile of hair being swept away. Tears streamed down his cheeks, and he bit his lip to keep from sobbing. "Why are you crying, boy?" I asked, my voice a gentle tease. "You're not a baby, are you?"

The words stung, and Noah's eyes shot up to meet mine, a spark of anger in them. "No, Sir," he said firmly. "I'm not a baby." I nodded, pleased with his response. "Good. Then show me how a big boy deals with his emotions." I stepped back and gestured to his cock, still rock-hard and glistening with precum. "Jack off for me," I said. "Show me how much you like being bare and obedient."

Noah's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but he didn't hesitate. His hand wrapped around his shaft, and he began to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving mine. His movements were slow at first, unsure, but as I watched him, my own desire grew, and I could feel my own cock swelling in response. "That's it," I murmured, my voice low and encouraging. "Show me how much you want to be my little boy."

He picked up the pace, his hand moving up and down his cock with increasing urgency. His breath grew ragged, and his sobs turned into moans of pleasure. The room was filled with the sounds of his masturbation, the slick wet sounds of his hand gliding over his skin, and the occasional gasp as he hit just the right spot.

"Faster," I growled, and he obeyed, his hand a blur as he brought himself closer and closer to the edge. His body was shaking now, his legs trembling with the effort of holding himself upright. "I want to see you come," I said, my voice a command that brooked no argument. "I want to see my little boy cum all over himself."

I squeezed his hairless balls, and with a final stroke, Noah did just that. He came hard, his semen spurting straight up in thick ropes that landed his smooth chest and stomach. He cried out, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm. As he came down from his high, his whimpers grew louder, his shoulders heaving with the weight of his new reality.

"Look at you," I said, admiring the mess he'd made. "Such a good boy." I stepped forward and wiped a bit of cum from his chest, bringing it to his mouth and forcing him to taste it. "You're going to make such a submissive boy." Noah's eyes widened, and he looked at me with a mix of horror and awe. He was no longer the hairy bear that had walked into my office; he was my property, my submissive and I had hoped that he was going to love every second of it.

Sadly, it did not turn out like that.

A week later, Noah returned to my office, his eyes red and swollen from crying. He had tried to put on a brave face, but the moment he saw me, his facade crumbled. "Daddy" he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I-I can't do it."

"What can't you do, boy?" I asked, my voice gentle but firm. He looked down at his bare feet, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his sobs. "Since you shaved me... I feel..." His voice trailed off, and he took a shaky breath. "I feel... vulnerable. All the time. At the sauna...."

My felt for him. I knew the first week was always the hardest. "Tell me about it," I said, guiding him to sit down. "Tell me what happened at the sauna." He looked up at me, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "They... they made fun of me," he choked out. "They said I looked like a boy, not a man."

The room was silent for a long moment, the weight of his words hanging in the air. "They didn't want to fuck me," he continued, his voice breaking. "They said I wasn't hairy enough, that I was bare and... and..." He couldn't finish, his sobs taking over.

I pulled him into my arms, knowing he'd be able to feel the thick hair that covered my chest under my shirt. "It's okay," I murmured. "You're strong for coming back to me like this." He clung to me, his tears soaking my clothes, but beneath it all, I could detect that he was still turned on by his newfound vulnerability.

After a few moments, he took a deep breath and continued his story. "There was this... this older bear," he said, his voice still shaky. "He was so... so hairy, and he had this look in his eyes. He said I looked like a little boy without my fur." I could feel him tremble against me, and I knew that despite his fear, he was reliving the encounter with a mix of excitement and humiliation.

"What did he do to you, Noah?" I asked gently, stroking his hairless back. "Did he... did he make you feel like a boy?" His voice was barely a whisper now. "Yes," he admitted. "He... took me into on one of the rooms, and I thought he was going to fuck me.....I..... I was so glad"

Noah paused and stifled a sob, "....but instead he forced me over his knee and spanked me.... i was really hard, and I was crying like a little kid being punished." While tears were running down Noahs face, his cock twitched against my leg. The thought of being dominated so completely by a man like that was clearly something that both terrified and aroused him.

"And did you let him, Noah?" I asked, my voice low and demanding. "Did you let him spank you like that?" He nodded, his eyes still locked on mine. "I... I couldn't help it. It... it just felt right." The admission was like a key turning in a lock, and suddenly, the door to his true self swung open. The tears fell faster now, mixing with the snot that was running from his nose. "I liked it," he whispered. "The doors there are thin... I knew that everyone could hear him spanking me.... I knew t afterwards everyone would see how beaten and red my ass was".

"That's good, Noah," I said, my voice firm but understanding. "You need to face your fears and your desires if you're going to truly embrace your submission." He sniffled and nodded, his eyes never leaving mine,

The words sent a thrill through me, and I knew that I had him exactly where I wanted him. "Good boy," I said, my voice filled with approval. "Now, tell me more about this bear. What was his name?"

"They other bears in the sauna avoid him and all him the Grunt," Noah said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Everyone calls him that. He's... he's ex-military, and he's so rough. But he... he made me feel so... so submissive." His cock was now fully erect, and I could feel it pulsing against my leg. "I wanted to be his boy," he said, his voice desperate. "I wanted to be his little boy."

I nodded, my mind racing with the possibilities. "And what did the Grunt do to you, after he spanked you Noah?" I asked, stroking his cheek. "Did he take good care of you?" His eyes grew wide, and he nodded vigorously. "He... fucked me... He told me to lie on my back with my legs spread and With my arms behind my head so that my shaved body was totally exposed to him."

Noah paused, and held back another sob. "He was so rough, but he knew exactly how to make me feel... to make me... to make me submit." His voice grew softer with each word, his body going limp in my arms.

"And when he was done with you," I continued, "did he tell you that you were a good boy?" Noah's eyes fluttered shut, and he nodded again, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," he murmured. "He told me I was a good boy, and that... and that I had earned his cum in my ass" The image of the bear dominating and breeding a submissive and hairless Noah was a real turn on for me.

"And what did you do after he was done with you?" I asked, my voice thick with lust. "Did you thank him properly?" Noah's face flushed a deep shade of red, and he nodded, his eyes still closed. "I... I licked his cock clean," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "And... and I liked it."

I thought at the time that Noah`s submission was going well. He had submitted to another man, allowed himself to be used and dominated, and he had loved every second of it. "That's what I thought," I said, my voice low and smug. "Now, show me your spanked ass"

Noah hesitated for a moment, his cheeks flaming with embarrassment. "I... I don't want to," he said, his voice shaking. "It's... it's too much." But the hunger in his eyes told me that he did want to. He craved the humiliation, the exposure.

"Show me," I demanded, my tone leaving no room for argument. "I want to see the handiwork of your new Dom." With a tremble, Noah stood and turned, presenting his bare, reddened ass to me. The imprint of the Grunt's 's hand was clear, a stark reminder of the power dynamics that had played out at the sauna. "Very nice," I said, unable to keep the lust out of my voice.

I stepped closer and gently touched the reddened skin, feeling the heat radiating from his cheeks. "Does that sting, boy?" Noah gasped, his cock twitching at the touch. "Yes, Sir," he murmured. The sight of his erection was all the confirmation I needed. He had enjoyed it, and that was a revelation that made my cock throb with excitement.

"Good Boy," I said, a smirk playing on my lips. "Now, let's take care of that for you." I reached for the jar of soothing cream on the counter.. Noah's eyes grew wide as I scooped a dollop into my palm and began to rub it into his reddened ass cheeks. He moaned, his body trembling as the coolness of the cream met his hot skin.

As I worked the cream in, my other hand found its way to his cock, stroking it in time with the gentle massage of his ass. He was putty in my hands, his moans growing louder as his arousal spiked. "It's okay to like it," I murmured, my voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. "It's okay to want to be spanked and used Noah, it's what is good for little boys"

Noah's breath hitched, and he leaned into my touch, his body begging for more. "Y...yes," he stuttered, his voice thick with need.

I continued to work the cream into his skin, watching as the redness began to fade and his erection grew more pronounced. "You're going to be such a good boy..... " I said.

Noah's sobs grew louder, and he buried his face in his hands. "I can't," he wailed. "It's too much. I miss my fur. It... it..... ." His shoulders heaved with his sobs, and my heart went out to him. I knew this was a crucial moment in his journey, and I had to tread carefully.

"Shh," I soothed, stroking his back. "It's okay to miss it. But remember, you're more than just your fur." I gently turned him to face me, his eyes red and puffy from crying. "Your submission, your willingness to be bare and vulnerable, that's what makes you special.."

He took a shaky breath, his eyes searching mine. "But I... I can't go back to the sauna like this. They'll all laugh at me." The desperation in his voice was palpable, but I knew better.

"You are strong for coming to me like this. But sometimes, even the strongest are the ones who can be the most vulnerable. And that's what you are now. A beautiful, vulnerable boy."

He looked down at his hairless body, his cock still standing at attention despite his distress. "I liked it," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I liked being... being his."

"And that's okay," I said, my voice gentle. "You can take pride in enjoying the feeling of submission. It's a part of who you are, and there's no shame in that."

"But... but I want to be hairy again," he whispered, his eyes filling with tears once more. "I want to go back to who I was."

I took a deep breath, knowing that this was a moment that could make or break his submission. "You can't go back, Noah," I said, my voice firm but understanding. "But you can move forward. Embrace this new side of you. It's just as much a part of your identity as your fur ever was."

He looked up at me, his eyes brimming with hope and fear. "But I want to be... to be a bear again," he murmured. "I don't want to be... this."

"You don't have to decide right now," I said, placing my hand on his shoulder. "But think about it. Think about how much you enjoyed being the Grunt's little boy, and how much more you could experience if you truly let go of your fears."

Noah took a shuddering breath and nodded, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "Okay," he whispered. "I'll think about it."

I helped him to his feet and handed him a towel. "Dry off and get dressed," I said. "And remember, you're welcome back here anytime you're ready to embrace your true self."

As he pulled his clothes back on, his eyes never left mine. He looked lost, like a cub who had been separated from his pack. But there was something else there, too - excitement, curiosity. I knew that the seed had been planted, and it was only a matter of time before he fully embraced his new role.

"Now, Noah," I said, my voice firm but kind. "You have a choice to make. You can come back next week, with your body shaved smooth and your mind open to new experiences. Or, you can go back to the sauna and try to be the hairy bear you were before. But remember," I added, my eyes holding his gaze, "once you've tasted the sweetness of submission, it's hard to go back."

Noah took a deep, shuddering breath and nodded. "I'll think about it," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll... I'll think about what I want."

I nodded, understanding the turmoil he was feeling. "That's all I ask," I said. "Take your time. But know that no matter what you choose, I'll be here for you."

As it turned out Noah did not return the following week, or the week after. I still wonder what has happened to him. My guess is that he is now the Grunt's full-time boy, constantly shaved, spanked and fucked. But either way I wish him well.

Toby was another troubled bear that I tried to help. It was clear on his first visit that he wasn't as straight as he had made out. I could see him eyeing up Gus on the way in, and when we began to speak his eyes were either looking at my crotch or at the black chest hair over my shirt collar.

He started off with the usual small talk but as the conversation progressed, his shoulders slumped and his voice grew quiet. He spoke about feeling drained, like there was a weight on his chest that he couldn't shake. He had lost interest in his usual activities, including sex, and found himself spending his evenings alone, scrolling through his phone for something that would spark his interest.

As a doctor, I knew the signs of depression, but I also knew the signs of someone desperately in need of a firm hand. I knew convincing him might be difficult. When I suggested that having someone look after him might help him rediscover his enthusiasm for life, he looked confused and fidgeted in his chair, his voice wavering as he eventually admitted that the idea had crossed his mind. He added that he had never been with a man, but had wanted to try it.

I leaned back in my chair, stroking my beard thoughtfully. "Toby," I said, "sometimes a man like you needs someone to look after him. Someone who can give him the guidance and structure that he craves." His gaze flickered to my crotch again, and I knew that the idea was resonating with him.

"Take your shirt off," I instructed, my voice firm but not unkind. Toby's eyes widened, and he swallowed hard, his hand moving to the hem of his shirt. "But, I..."

"It's okay," I assured him, holding his gaze. "This is a safe space. I need to see all of you to understand what's really going on." His cheeks flushed, but he complied, his shoulders slumping as he revealed his light brown hairy chest and armpits.

"Good boy," I said, my voice filled with approval. "Now, let's talk about your desires." Toby's eyes darted around the room, unable to meet mine. "What... what do you mean?" he asked, his voice shaking.

"I mean," I said, leaning forward, "that you need to tell me what you want. What you really want. No judgments here." He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the effort. "I... I want to be... to be used." The words slipped out, and the room grew heavy with the weight of his admission.

"Used?" I asked, my voice gentle. "How do you mean?" His eyes met mine, filled with a mix of hope and fear. "I... I want someone to take control of me. To tell me what to do. To... to use me however they want." My cock twitched at the thought of having this burly bear at my mercy.

"You're a strong man, Toby," I said, my voice soothing. "But even the strongest need to submit sometimes." I reached out and traced the line of his fur with a single finger, watching as goosebumps pebbled his skin. "Do you think you could handle that?" His breath hitched, and he nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "I... I want to try," he whispered.

"Very well," I said, my voice filled with the promise of things to come. "Let's see how well you can handle your first lesson in obedience." I stood and moved to the side of the chair, my hand resting on the leather. "Lie down on your back," I said, my tone leaving no room for argument.

He hesitated for a moment, then lay down, his furry chest rising and falling with his shallow breaths. "Spread your legs," I instructed, and he complied, his cock already semi-hard. "And now, I want you to close your eyes"

I began to stroke his cock, my hand firm and sure, watching as his body responded to my touch. "Imagine a group of hairy men are watching you," I murmured. "Wanting you. Craving you." His breath grew ragged, and I knew he was getting close. "But they're not allowed to touch you unless you're bare."

With a tremble, Toby reached down and began to stroke himself, his hand tentative and shaking. I watched, my own cock growing harder as he obeyed my every command. "Imagine my hand isn't just stroking you," I whispered, "but that it's a cock sliding into your hairless, tight little hole." His breathing grew erratic, his hips bucking up into the air with each imagined thrust.

I leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Do you like that, Toby? Do you like thinking about being getting your ass filled by a hairy, dominant man?" He moaned, his body betraying his desires even as he tried to hold onto the last shreds of his dignity. "Yes," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I... I want it."

I took his hand and guided it to his chest, showing him how to play with his own nipples as he stroked himself. "This is what it's like to be used," I said, my voice a seductive purr. "To have your body played with, to be at the mercy of another man's desires." His eyes flew open, and he stared at me in shock before closing them again, his hand moving faster as he chased his climax.

As he grew closer, I reached over and pinched one of his nipples hard, making him yelp. His cock jerked in his hand, and he looked up at me with a mix of pain and pleasure. "See how good it feels to give up control?" I said, my voice low and intense. "Imagine that feeling multiplied by a hundred when you're completely shaved and at my mercy."

He moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he came, his cum spurting onto the hairs on his chest and stomach. His body convulsed with the force of his orgasm, and when he finally opened his eyes, they were glazed with pleasure. "You're so beautiful," I said, my voice filled with genuine admiration. "So strong, and yet so willing to be vulnerable."

I handed him a towel, watching as he cleaned himself up, his movements slow and almost reverent. "Now," I said, my voice firm but gentle, "it's time to decide on your treatment. I am recommending that we shave you of all of your body hair, so that you can feel truly vulnerable and submissive. Will you submit to the kind of pleasure that only a true submissive can experience?"

Toby took a deep, shuddering breath, his eyes searching mine. "I... I want to," he whispered. "But I'm scared."

"That's natural," I assured him. "But fear is a part of growth. And if you let me, I'll help you conquer it."

Toby nodded slowly, his eyes still wide with trepidation. "Okay," he murmured. "I'll do it."

I gave him a warm smile. "Good boy. Gus will take good care of you."

I rang in Gus on the intercom. He needed to further prompting and in minutes entered with steaming water, a towel and a straight prepping razor. "Ready?" he asked, and Toby took a deep breath and let out a small sob, before nodding.

The process was meticulous and thorough. Gus started with Toby's hairy chest, lathering it with warm soap and carefully shaving the dense fur. Toby's muscles tensed with every stroke. He tried to remain still with his eyes tightly shut, but I could see him tremblng at the reality of what he had agreed to started sinking in.

"Remember, this is just the first step," I said, watching the thick hair fall away to reveal the boy underneath" The more you embrace this, the more you'll understand what it truly means to be a submissive."

As the fur disappeared, Toby's body began to relax, his breathing becoming more even. The warmth of the room and the gentle touch of Gus's hands had a soothing effect on him, and soon, he was lost in the sensation of the shave.

Once Gus had finished with his chest, he moved down to Toby's stomach, his abs tightening as the razor approached his cock. "Don't worry," Gus murmured. "I'll be gentle." Toby whimpered slightly as the first swipe of the blade grazed his balls, but he remained still, his trust in us growing.

As Gus shaved him clean, I could see the beginnings of his new identity taking shape. The bear was being stripped away to reveal something else, something softer, more yielding.

When Gus was done, Toby sat up, looking down at himself in amazement. His skin was baby-smooth, glowing with the excitement of a new adventure. "Look at you," I said, my voice filled with pride. "You're a new man."

He swallowed hard, his hand reaching up to touch his bare chest. "I... I can't believe it," he whimpered. "I....I.... look like a baby."

"A boy" I said, a hint of a smile playing at my lips. "And you look incredible. Now, let's move on to the next step."

With Gus's guidance, Toby stood and removed the rest of his clothing, revealing his thick, furry legs and the dense bush surrounding his cock. He looked like a man torn between two worlds, one of strength and one of submission. But I knew which one he truly craved.

"You're going to love this," I promised, patting his bare shoulder. "Trust me."

Gus began to shave his legs, the hair falling away to expose the muscles beneath. Toby's eyes never left the mirror, watching as his body was transformed before his very eyes. He was taking his first steps into a world where his power was not in his size or his fur, but in his willingness to submit.

"Look at your cock," I instructed, my voice firm. "Imagine it bare and hard, begging to be used by a dominant man." His eyes flickered to his crotch, and he bit his lip, his cock twitching at the thought.

"Now, let's get you really ready," Gus said, his voice a low rumble of excitement. "Spread your legs, Toby."

Toby obeyed, his legs trembling slightly. Gus applied the shaving cream to his balls and the base of his cock, and the room grew quiet, the anticipation palpable. This was the moment of no return, the point where he would be forever changed.

The blade was gentle, slicing through Toby's bush, before tracing the contours of his cock and balls with a precision that spoke of years of experience. Toby's breath hitched as he watched the hair fall away, revealing his new, vulnerable self.

"Look how bare and needy you are". I told him. He moaned, his body responding to the praise and the touch.

Finally, it was done. Toby was completely hairless. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of shock, fear, and something else... something that looked suspiciously like arousal. "Do you feel it, Toby?" I asked, my voice low and soothing. "The freedom that comes with vulnerability?"

He took a deep, shaky breath, his eyes welling with tears. "I... I feel like a little boy," he whispered, his voice trembling. "So... so bare and... and..."

Without a word, I stood and removed my shirt, revealing my own densely furred chest. I pulled him into my arms, pressing his smooth, bare body against me. He stiffened at first, but as I began to stroke his hairless head, his sobs grew quieter, his body melting into mine. "You're a good boy," I murmured, my voice a gentle rumble. "So good and obedient."

The scent of his fear and arousal was intoxicating, and I felt my own cock stir at the thought of what was to come. "Now you're my boy," I said, my voice firm but gentle. "....who's discovered his true nature." His breathing was shallow against my chest, his heart beating a frantic tattoo. "You're a smooth, obedient boy, ready to serve your betters."

He nodded, his tears soaking into the hair on my chest. "Yes," he whispered. "I'm a... a good smooth boy." His voice was so soft it was almost a whimper, but I heard the acceptance in it.

I held him for a few more moments, letting him get used to the feeling of my fur against his skin. His breathing grew more even, and I knew he was starting to relax. "You're going to make someone very happy," I said, a hint of a smile in my voice. "Very, very happy."

Pulling away, I handed him a towel to wipe off the last remnants of shaving cream. "Now," I said, "let's talk about your training. You're going to learn to serve, to obey, to crave the touch of a dominant man."

He looked up at me, his eyes still glassy with tears but also filled with something new: hope. "What... what do I do now?"

"Now," I said, "you begin your journey. You'll come back here every week, and we'll work on your submission. We'll explore your limits and push them. We'll show you what it truly means to be a submissive boy."

The thought had him hard again, his cock standing at attention despite his fear. "But I don't know how," he protested. "I've never... I mean, I don't know..."

"That's what we're here for," I assured him. "To guide you, to show you the way." I turned to Gus, who was watching us with a knowing smile. "He's going to need a lot of attention."

Gus nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Don't worry, Doc," he said. "I'll take good care of him."

Toby looked between us, his eyes wide. "What... what kind of attention?"

"The kind that makes you beg for more." His cock twitched again, and I knew he was hooked.

"You'll learn to love it," I promised. "To crave it". He nodded, his eyes still filled with fear but also with a flicker of excitement. "Okay," he whispered. "I... I'll try and be a good boy."

I took his hand and led him to the training area, Gus following with a knowing smile. "Your first lesson," I said, "is to understand that you're no longer a bear. You're a boy to be used."

Toby's eyes grew wide as we approached a padded bench. "You're going to learn to serve," I said, my voice firm. "To offer your body for the pleasure of others." I watched as his cock twitched again, his arousal clear despite his apprehension.

"On your back," I instructed, and he complied, his body trembling as he lay down. Gus secured his wrists and ankles with velcro restraints, leaving him spread-eagled and completely vulnerable. "Look at me," I said, my voice soft. "Always keep your eyes on me."

He turned his gaze to me, his pupils dilated with fear and lust. "Now," I began, "we're going to start with your smooth armpits." I opened a draw and picked out a vibrator, then turned it on, watching as the black tip buzzed in the air. "You're going to learn to love the feeling of a man's hands on you. And when you're ready, you'll learn to crave their hands, and their cocks."

I brought the vibrator closer to his shaven armpit, watching as goosebumps pebbled his skin. "You're so sensitive," I murmured, my cock growing harder with every gasp he made. "So receptive."

I moved the vibrator in slow, teasing circles, watching as his cock grew stiffer and stiffer. "Do you like that?" I asked, my voice a whisper. "Do you like the way it feels?"

"Yes... Daddy..... " he moaned, arching his back slightly "Good boy," I said, the words like a caress. "Now, let's see how well you take to being a little boy." I lowered the vibrator to his chest, drawing patterns on his newly-exposed skin. He moaned, his body jerking with every touch.

"Spread your legs," I said, and he obeyed, his legs falling open to expose his smooth, bare crotch. Gus stepped forward and began to play with Toby's bald cock, stroking it gently while I continued to tease his chest and nipples.

His moans grew louder, his body responding to our ministrations. "You're doing so well," I murmured, my own arousal building. "So good and obedient."

He was panting now, his eyes squeezed shut, his body shaking with need. "Please," he begged, his voice a whimper. "Please... more."

"You want it, don't you?" I asked, the vibrator moving lower to graze the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. "You want to be used like a good little boy?"

He nodded, his eyes flying open to meet mine. "Yes," he whispered. "I want it."

"Good," I said, a smile playing at the corners of my mouth. "Because that's what you're going to get."

Gus moved the vibrator to his ass and very slowly inserted it, watching as Toby's body arched off the bench. "Now, let's see how much you can take," I said, my voice a challenge. And as Gus began to fuck his ass with the vibrator, I knew that Toby's journey was only just beginning.

The sound of his moans filled the room, a sweet symphony of pain and pleasure. His body was no longer his own; it was ours to do with as we pleased. And as he came, his eyes locked on mine, I knew that he had truly embraced his new role.

"Thank you," he murmured, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. "Thank you, Sir."

"You're welcome, boy," I said, patting his head gently. "Now, let's get you cleaned up and ready for your next lesson."

He nodded, his eyes shining with a mix of gratitude and anticipation. "Wh-what's next?" he asked, his voice still shaking.,

"Well," I began, stroking his cheek with the back of my hand. "Every good boy needs to be disciplined now and again." I smiled inside at the way his body tensed at the word 'disciplined'. "It's how we keep you in line, make sure you remember your place."

Gus stepped closer, holding out a paddle. "You'll remember this one" he said with a wink. Toby's eyes widened, and he nodded, his breathing growing shallower. "You're going to get a spanking, boy," I said, the authority in my tone leaving no room for argument. "And it's going to be a good one."

I instructed Gus to stand behind him, his hand hovering over the plump, shaved cheeks of Toby's ass. "Now, count for us," I ordered. "Every spank you get, you count."

The first smack echoed through the room, and Toby yelped, his body jumping. "One," he gasped, his eyes watering. Gus brought the paddle down again, a little harder this time. "Two," Toby managed to get out, his voice strained.

The spanking continued, each blow landing with a sharp crack, leaving Toby's ass a growing shade of pink. His moans grew louder with each strike, and his cock, which had gone soft with fear, began to swell again.

The spanking went on, and with each smack, Toby's moans grew more desperate, his body begging for relief. "Please," he whimpered. "I... I can't take it anymore."

"You can," I said firmly. "And you will. Count for us, boy."

He nodded, his eyes squeezed shut. "Ten," he whispered, his voice shaking. "Eleven."

Toby had tried to be strong, but by twenty his eyes had started to tear up, and by forty he was crying and begging Gus to stop. The last ten had Toby bucking his hips with each blow, and him trying to cover his bright red ass with his hands, before Gus pulled them off and spanked him extra hard for trying to avoid his discipline.

By the time we reached fifty, his ass was a deep red, and Toby was loudly sobbing and trembling from the pain and humiliation. "Good boy," I praised, as Gus ran his hand over the heated flesh of Toby's buttocks.

Gus and I exchanged a knowing look before I took over the stroking, and gently slid two of my fingers into Toby's ass. His sobs slowly subsided, and he lay there, panting and trembling. "It's okay," I murmured, my voice soothing. "It's all over now."

He looked up at me, his eyes glassy with tears. "Am I... am I really a good boy?" he asked, his voice hoarse from his cries.

"Yes," I said firmly, a smile tugging at my lips. "You've been an excellent boy." I leaned down and kissed his forehead. For a moment, we just stayed there, the three of us in a tableau of power and submission. Toby's sobs grew quieter as I stroked and fingered his ass, his body finally beginning to relax under my touch. "Good boy," I said again, the words a balm to his bruised ego.

Gently, I helped him sit up, his legs trembling. The look on his face was one of awe, like he had just discovered a part of himself he never knew existed. "Look at yourself," I instructed, pointing to the mirror.

He took a shaky breath and gazed at his reflection. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of his hairless body, and welled up again when he turned as saw the bright crimson marks on his beaten ass"I... I don't know if I can do this," he whimpered.

"You already have," I said firmly. "And you'll do it again. You'll learn to crave this."

Over the next few visits, Toby's transformation was nothing short of remarkable. Each time he returned to the den, he looked more like the submissive boy he was meant to be. His eyes held a new spark of excitement, and his body was always perfectly shaved, not a single hair. He had embraced his new identity with a passion that was both surprising and gratifying.

The change in him was evident in every aspect of his life. His depression had lifted, and in its place was a newfound enthusiasm. He spoke more openly about his desires and no longer held back when expressing his needs. The weight on his shoulders had been lifted, and he seemed to walk with a newfound confidence, even though he knew he was a submissive at heart.

One evening, Toby confessed to me that he had started to masturbate with a large dildo every day. He had discovered and enthusiastically seized the intense pleasure of being filled, of feeling the powerlessness of having something so big and foreign in his ass. It was a revelation that had him craving more, pushing his boundaries and making him more eager to serve.

"It's like... like nothing I've ever felt before," he whispered, his eyes glazed with lust. "Every day, I think about what you and Gus do to me here, and I just... I need it, Sir."

I nodded, pleased with his progress. "And that's what we're here for," I said. "To help you explore those desires, to show you the true depth of your submission."

Gus and I had worked him hard, pushing his limits with a variety of toys and scenarios. His ass was no longer tight and unyielding but had become a warm, welcoming haven for whatever we chose to put inside him. The sound of his moans, the way his hairless body responded to us, was music to our ears.

But it wasn't just the physical changes that were significant. Toby had become more obedient, more attentive to our every whim. He had learned to anticipate our desires, to serve without being asked. It was as if the act of shaving had peeled away the layers of his former self, revealing the eager boy beneath.

The thought of him, alone in his room, taking his pleasure with that dildo, made my cock throb. "Keep it up, Toby," I said, my voice gruff with desire. "Keep pushing yourself, and you'll be ready for whatever we throw at you.

Toby visits only stopped when I handed him over to a full-time Daddy. Even moving Toby's appointments to twice weekly was not enough for him so I called an old friend, a current prison officer called Rex who new how to train and discipline an eager boy like Toby.

Rex still keeps me informed of Toby's progress, and regularly posts video clips of their training sessions online. Toby looks incredible in these clips and Rex has clearly been training his new boy very hard. Toby's body has been kept completely hairless of course, and shines in the dim light;s of Rex's playroom which makes me wonder if Rex pulls Toby's body hair out using wax. I've done this to boys before and it's a nice touch -- making the removal of their re-growing fur physically painful as well as psychological.

Demonstrating Toby's status as an owned boy, he has a thick steel chain around his neck -- too tight for him to remove and secured with a padlock. And Toby always wears a thick steel cock-ring around his dick and balls, making their hairlessness to his online fans even more obvious.

Matching these is the thick steel disk covering his asshole -- the end of a huge stainless steel buttplug which Rex assures me Toby has in his ass permanently, whether he is being filmed or not. In fact the only times it's taken out of Toby's hole is so that Rex or some of his guest bears can give him a hard fucking. In his latest video Toby's stamina is particularly impressive. He is leaning forward over a padded leather bench holding his ass cheeks apart as one chunky top after another fuck him senseless. There must be at least ten of them, with Toby moaning and dribbling more pre-cum the harder they all fuck him.

I am pleased that Toby got the help that he so clearly needed.

My thoughts returned to my current boy, Bill.

I knew that he was a natural. Instead of Gus having to do it, I'd subtlety suggest that Bill off his own thick coating of body hair and despite it making him feel vulnerable and submissive he enthusiastically did it. Like Noah before him, Bill was using larger and larger dildoes on himself, in fact he needed to if he wanted to cum thanks to the special steroid I had given him.

Its main effect was to shrink his decent-sized cock into a one-inch thumb nub sticking straight out of his crotch. And just in case these changes didn't emphasize his submissiveness enough to him, I also made him have a large piercing in the head of his cock. There is a large thick stainless steel ring in there now, it's diameter easily wider than that of his shrunken cock. The eyes of anyone looking at him naked would be unavoidably be drawn towards it. It did just what I had wanted it to - highlighting his hairlessness and tiny cock even more.

Despite him being one of the more obvious subs, and having made undeniable progress, Bill had now cancelled his weekly appointment twice in a row. I knew something was not right as Bill had sent a short email, saying he was busy - whereas I knew Bill liked hearing my voice and would not have avoided hearing he talk unless there was a reason.

When Bill finally turned up, he had a little attitude - not much, but enough to show some resistance. He looked nervous, his eyes flickering to the floor as he took his seat across from me. "I've been busy," he mumbled, avoiding my gaze.

"I noticed," I said, my voice calm but firm. "But that's not why you've missed your last two appointments, is it?"

Bill swallowed hard, his hands clenched in his lap. "I... I needed to think," he admitted. "About what I want. And... and if I can be what you need me to be."

I leaned back in my chair, stroking my beard thoughtfully. "What exactly do you mean?" I asked, my voice gentle but with an underlying edge of steel.

He took a deep breath, his eyes finally meeting mine. "I... I've been thinking about what it means to be your boy," he said. "I've been trying to... to figure out if I can really be that vulnerable."

"And what have you concluded?" I asked, watching him closely.

He looked down at his hands, which were picking at the fabric of his shorts. "I don't know," he murmured. "I like it here. I like what we do." His voice grew quieter. "But sometimes I... I just want to be in charge."

I nodded, understanding the struggle he was going through. It was a common one among those who were just discovering their submissive side. The desire to submit warring with the ingrained need to be in control. "You don't have to decide right now," I said. "But I suggest we have one more training session. After that, we can go home and decide on what you really want."

Bill looked up at me with a mix of relief and apprehension. "Okay," he said, his voice small. "One more."

The transformation was already beginning. His shoulders slumped, and his eyes dropped to the floor as he nodded. The beginnings of his submission were clear.

I stood and moved to stand behind him, placing my hand on his shoulder. "Good boy," I murmured. "Now, let's get you ready."

dominant about his fears and is granted one final training session to solidify his place and role. His agreement indicates his ongoing journey into deeper submission.

I could feel him trembling beneath my touch, his body betraying his fear and excitement. He was already starting to come undone, and I knew it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge.

"Now, Billy" I said, my voice like steel. "Strip."

Bill's hands shook as he unbuckled his belt, his eyes never leaving mine. He slid his shorts down, revealing his semi- furry crotch. The sight of his disobedience made my blood boil. "What the fuck is this?" I demanded, my voice harsh.

He sniffled, his eyes filling with tears. "I... I'm sorry, Sir," he whimpered. "I just... wanted some hair agiain.... my cock is t...tiny..... now.... I needed to feel like a man again."

"A man?" I snapped. " I pointed at the patch of hair peeking out from his crotch. "This! This is what you call obedience?"

"Please, Sir," he begged, his voice cracking. "I... I just couldn't. I missed it, the way it felt."

"You missed the fur?" I asked, incredulous. "Or did you miss the power it gave you?"

Bill's face crumpled, and he began to sob openly. "Both," he admitted, his voice a broken whisper. "But... but I've kept my ass and chest bare for you. I just... I just needed something."

My anger dissipated, replaced by a deep sense of disappointment. "You know what this means," I said, my voice low. "You've broken the rules."

He nodded, his eyes brimming with tears. "I know," he whispered, "...but my cock is so tiny now...."

"Quiet," I snapped. "You're going to be spanked again, and this time, you'll learn to appreciate the feeling of being bare. Put your hands behind your head"

Bill do so, and I could feel my anger rise again that he had let the fur in his armpits start to grow to. This would need to be taken care of, and now.

I buzzed the intercom and asked Gus to prepare the wax strips. I wanted Bill to feel as the hair he had tried to grow was ripped from him.

Gus entered with a large smile on his face, then disappeared into the adjoining room returning with a pot of steaming hot wax and a stack of wax strips. The scent of the wax filled the air, a faint sweetness that did nothing to mask the impending pain. Bill's eyes grew wide with terror as he watched Gus dip the strip into the pot, the wax glistening as it was coated. His sobs grew louder as Gus approached him, the heat from the wax a stark contrast to the coldness of the room.

"Please, Sir," he begged, his voice a desperate whisper. "I'll be good, I promise."

"You will," I said, my tone leaving no room for argument. "Because you know what happens to naughty boys who don't listen."

Bill's face was a picture of misery as Gus pressed the wax strip over the short hairs in his left armpit, smoothing it over the short, powerful stokes. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for the agony he knew was about to come.

"Now," I said, my voice firm. "You're going to count to three, and on three, Gus is going to rip this off."

Bill nodded, his eyes squeezed shut as he began to count. "One... two... three!"

Gus yanked the strip away, and Bill's scream filled the room. The hairs came out in a thick clump, leaving behind a patch of red, irritated skin. The pain and humiliation had clearly got to Bill as had started to sob heavily.

"Now, for your other armpit," I said, gesturing for Gus to move on.

Bill's sobs grew in intensity as Gus applied the wax to his right armpit, the sound of the sticky substance being smoothed over his hair echoing through the room. His body was shaking with anticipation and fear, his mind racing with the memory of the pain from the first strip. The warmth of the wax was almost comforting against his skin, a brief respite before the inevitable agony that was to come.

"Ready?" Gus asked, his voice deceptively gentle as he held the strip taut. Bill's eyes snapped open, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. He nodded, his teeth clenched in preparation.

"One... two... three!" I barked, and Gus ripped the strip away with a swift, decisive motion. Bill's cry was raw and primal, his body convulsing with the pain. The fur came off in one swift go, leaving behind a stark patch of pink, bare skin. His armpit looked so much smaller without its usual covering, and his cock twitched in response, his body's reaction to the humiliation.

As Bill gasped for breath, trying to control his pain, I couldn't help but admire his submission. He had taken the punishment without flinching, his dedication to his new role unwavering. Despite his tears, there was a spark in his eyes, a flicker of something that told me he was getting off on the pain, on the feeling of being utterly and completely under my control.

"Look at yourself," I ordered, pointing to the mirror. "See what a good boy you're becoming?"

Bill looked up at his reflection, his eyes red and swollen from crying.

"Now, let's get rid of the hairs above that tiny excuse for a cock," I said, my voice a mix of authority and affection.

Gus applied the wax strip to Bill's pubic hair, his hand steady despite Bill's trembling. The anticipation of the pain had Bill's body taut, his cock straining against the steel cock-ring. He was sobbing, his whole body shaking with fear and arousal.

"Ready?" Gus asked again, and Bill nodded, his voice a mere whimper. The strip was ripped away, and Bill's scream pierced the air. His body convulsed as the hair was torn from his skin, leaving a smooth, bare mound. The sight was incredibly erotic, his cock jerking in response to the pain.

As Bill's sobs subsided, I stepped forward and cradled his face in my hands. "Look at you now," I said, my voice gentle. "It's not right for a boy with a cock that tiny to have hair, is it?" His eyes searched mine, filled with a mix of pain and something else - something deeper, something that made my cock throb.

"No, Sir," he choked out, his voice barely audible. "It..it's....not right."

I nodded, pleased with his answer. "Good boy." I then squeezed his balls, not hard enough to cause pain, but firmly enough to get his attention. "But you're not a man anymore, Bill. You're my little boy, and little boys don't have hair down there."

Bill whimpered, his eyes filling with fresh tears. "Y-yes, Sir," he whispered.

I released his balls and caressing his the newly-smooth area above his cock . "Much better," I said. "You're going to be spanked again, and this time, you'll learn to appreciate the feeling of being bare."

Bill's sobs grew louder as Gus left and re-entered the room, his expression impassive. He held a large paddle in one hand and a set of restraints in the other. I nodded curtly, and he stepped forward, his movements precise and practiced.

"On the table," I ordered, pointing to the leather-covered bench in the center of the room. Bill's legs were shaking as he climbed up, his bare ass wiggling slightly as he lay face down. Gus secured his wrists and ankles with the restraints, the leather biting into his skin.

"Please, Sir," Bill begged, his voice hoarse. "I'll be good. I promise."

"You're going to be more than good," I said, my voice firm. "You're going to be an example of true submission." I picked up the paddle from the side table, feeling the weight of it in my hand. "This is what happens to naughty boys who don't listen."

Bill's body trembled as I raised the paddle, bringing it down with a sharp crack against his bare ass. He yelped, his eyes squeezing shut. "You're going to get another injection, boy," I informed him. "A different one this time, that'll make sure you stay as smooth as a baby's bottom for a long, long time."

At the mention of the injection, Bill's whole body convulsed with fear. "P...please, Sir," he stuttered, his voice thick with tears. "No more... I can't..."

I leaned down, my mouth close to his ear. "You're going to get it," I said, my voice a low growl. "And you're going to thank me for it."

Gus stepped forward, the paddle eager in his hand. Bill's eyes went wide, and he began to beg in earnest, his sobs growing more desperate. "N...no," he pleaded. "Please, I'll do anything."

".....In fact you're are going to beg me to make you hairless" I repeated, my voice unyielding. "Because this it is what you need to truly understand your place."

Gus took the cue, raising the paddle and bringing it down sharply on Bill's plump, ass. The sound echoed in the room, a harsh contrast to Bill's initial whimpers. His body jerked, and he took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to be brave.

For the next few minutes, Gus rained down blows with the paddle, each one landing with a smack that made Bill's cheeks bounce and redden. His cries grew louder, more desperate, his voice cracking as he called out for mercy.

"Please, Sir," he sobbed, his body shaking uncontrollably. "I can't take it. Make it stop."

I leaned in, my voice a gentle murmur. "You can take it, Bill," I said, stroking his back. "You're stronger than you think."

Gus continued, his strokes growing faster and more intense. Bill's cries grew more fervent, his pleas for mercy turning into screams. "I want to be hairless," he finally choked out, his voice barely audible over the sound of the paddle. "Please.... Please....I want to be your hairless little boy."

I nodded at Gus, who set the paddle down, his hand moving to the back of Bill's neck. He began to massage the tense muscles, soothing the pain away. "Good boy," I murmured. "You're learning."

Bill's body was a mess of raw, red flesh, his ass a testament to his endurance. But through his tears, I knew he had tried to make up for his disobedience. He had reached his breaking point and had come out the other side, begging for the very thing he had feared.

"Now," I said, my voice a command. "You're going to thank me for this."

Bill nodded, his eyes still on the floor. "Thank you, Sir," he whispered, his voice hoarse from his cries. "Thank you for... for showing me what I need."

I picked up the syringe, the cool metal sending a shiver of excitement down my spine. "You want this?" I asked, holding it up to the light. "You want to be a smooth, hairless boy for me?"

Bill nodded frantically, his eyes pleading. "Yes, Sir," he choked out. "Please, I want to be smooth for you Daddy...."

With a wicked smile, I approached him, the syringe filled with the potent serum"You're going to love it," I said, my voice filled with promise. "The feeling of being so bare, so exposed. It's a thrill only truly smooth boys can get."

As the needle pierced his skin, Bill's body went rigid, his eyes squeezed shut. I watched as the liquid entered his system, the transformation already beginning. He was going to be a beautiful, hairless toy, a living embodiment of his true self.

"Now," I said, as Gus began to unbuckle the restraints. "Let's get you cleaned up and see your new body."

Bill slid off the bench, his legs wobbly from the intense session. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement. "I'm sorry.... Daddy" he sobbed through the tears.

"You're going to be a submissive, hairless boy with a tiny cock for a long time now," I told Bill, my voice firm but not unkind. "And you will get used to it."

Bill was crying hard, his sobs echoing off the tiles of the shower. His eyes searched for any sign of mercy, but all he found was the unyielding steel in my gaze. "But, Daddy..." he whimpered, the fur around his cock now nothing but a memory. "...it's hard, really hard...."

"I know you can take it Billy," I assured him, taking off my overall to reveal my own thick, furry chest. "Now come here."

I pulled him into a tight embrace, pressing his bare, trembling body against mine. His cheek rested against my furry chest, his sobs muffled by the coarse hair that surrounded him. "This is what you need," I murmured into his ear. "To feel the warmth of a real man's fur."

He clung to me, his body shaking with fear and desire. "Your Daddy's fur is all you need," I whispered. "You don't need your own. You're mine now, and I'll keep you warm." I could feel his body begin to relax in my arms. He was mine, fully and completely, and there was no going back. The serum would make sure of that in the short time, and after that he wouldn't want to be anything other than man's boy again.

As we stood there, I whispered sweet nothings into his ear, praising his obedience and telling him how much his submission turned me on. His sobs grew quieter, his breathing evening out.

"Look at yourself, Bill," I said, my voice a gentle command. "See how how vulnerable and submissive you are" He opened his eyes and stared at his reflection. He was now completely bare again, not a single hair to be seen anywhere on his body from the neck down.

Gus stepped back, admiring his handiwork. "Perfect," he said with a nod. "Just like a little boy."

Bill's eyes remained fixed on his reflection, his fear slowly morphing into something else. He reached down with a tentative hand, his fingers brushing against the smooth, reddened skin of his newly-waxed cock and balls. I held up a thick, tight two-piece steel ring, which connected into one with steel bolts. "This will help you to be reminded of your place."

With a tremble in his hand, I reached down and fitted the ring around the base of his scrotum, pulling his ball away from crotch. He gasped, his eyes going wide with shock and pain. "Breathe," I instructed, my voice calm. "You never know, it might take your mind of your tiny cock for a while".

The ring was snug, the metal cold and unforgiving, and as I screwed the two parts together, its weight pulled Toby's balls down making his cock appear smaller than ever. "Now, look," I said, pointing to the mirror. "You're so bare, so vulnerable."

"You will keep this ball-weight on at all times, even when you're sleeping. This will pull your balls down and make you feel nice and vulnerable. It will make them easier to squeeze when you get out of line" I chuckled. The boy just looked straight ahead, he was trying to hold back the tears.

"Over time it'll make your balls hang low permanently. It'll make a nice addition to your nub-ring boy, and it'll make your balls swing back and forth when you're getting your ass fucked."

He down at his bald crotch, his cock looking so tiny and insignificant surrounded by smoothness, and mostly hidden behind the thick ring of steel. "It... it makes me feel... " he trailed off and sobbed, unable to find the words.

"It makes you feel like a good little boy," I said, finishing his thought for him. "And that's what you are.". "Now," I said, turning him to face me. "Remember to thank me for this."

He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving mine. "Thank you, Daddy," he whimpered, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for making me feel like this."

I stroked his cheek, my hand gentle despite the ring's harsh bite. "You're welcome, boy," I said. "Now, let's get you dressed. We have a lot of work to do."

Bill's eyes widened as I told him. "You're going to the sauna," I said, my voice firm. "And you're going to walk around without a towel, showing all those hairy bears what a good, smooth obedient boy you are."

His eyes filled with fresh tears, and he began to shake his head. "No, Sir," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I... I can't. It'll be so humiliating."

"You're right," I said, my voice cold. "It will be. But that's part of your training. You need to learn to embrace your vulnerability. Now, get dressed and let's go. They're going to stare," I said, my voice unyielding. "They're going to whisper. But you're going to walk proudly, with your head held high, because you know you're my boy. No hiding, no shame. You're a hairless boy, and that's what you are."

Bill let out another stifled sob, I knew that being a tiny-dicked cum dump would be hard on him, but I also knew it was exactly what this boy had needed. Especially as he had had the nerve to try and grow some of his body hair back. He needed extra discipline this one.

"Before you go boy, there'll be one more addition" I said softly, and handed him a large black bluttplug"

Bill's eyes searched mine, desperation and fear warring within him. He knew there was no escape. With trembling hands, he picked up the buttplug I'd handed him, his eyes never leaving mine. "In your hole. Now" I commanded, "You need to get loose for what's coming".

He nodded, his throat bobbing as he took a deep breath. With a whimper, he bent over, his bare ass in the air. He inserted the plug with a soft moan, his body stretching around it. "Good boy," I murmured, watching as he worked it into himself. "Now, you're going to keep that in between each bear who fucks you, understand?"

He nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "Y...yes, Daddy."

"You'll only take it out to let the guys there fuck you" I said firmly. "You can tell them that your Daddy says you need to keep it in to stop any of their spunk leaking out of your ass. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," he murmured, his cheeks flushing red with embarrassment.

"You're going to get bred by at least ten of them," I continued, my eyes never leaving his. "And you're going to thank each one of them for filling you up."

He nodded again, his eyes wide with fear. "I... I will, Daddy."

"And if you don't do well," I said, my voice softening slightly. "If you're not a good boy and do as you're told, I'll have some more punishment for you when you come back here."

His eyes widened, and he nodded eagerly. "I'll be a good boy, I promise," he said, his voice earnest.

"Boy" I said, my smile turning into a stern look. "Come back here and your ass isn't full, you're going to get spanked again." I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. "And you're going to get another injection in your cock, making it even smaller."

The color drained from Bill's face, and his body went rigid. He knew what that meant. The last injection made his cock shrink until it was just a tiny, near-useless nub between his legs. The thought of losing even more of his manhood was terrifying, and I knew that the fear would make him even more determined to please me.

"I'll be good, Daddy," he said, his voice shaking. "I'll make sure my ass is full."

"Good," I said, nodding in approval. "Now, go to the sauna and show everyone what an obedient boy you are."

With a deep breath, Bill turned and headed for the door, the steel ring around his balls and the plug in his ass a constant reminder of his submission. As he left, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. He had had his doubts, but he was learning and growing into the perfect little boy I knew he could be.

Gus and I watched him go. "He's going to be so popular," Gus said, a hint of envy in his voice. "All those bears are going to want a piece of that." I chuckled, patting him on the shoulder. "And he's going to come back to us, begging for more," I said. "Because deep down, that's what he needs."

Many hours later when Bill returned from the sauna, his eyes were red and swollen from crying. He stumbled into the clinic and was commanded to strip, his bare, hairless body glistening with sweat and the scent of sex and other men clinging to him. His tiny cock was shrunken and red, its piercing and the matching steel ring around his balls shining against his smooth skin. He looked at me, his expression a strange mix of satisfaction and despair.

"Daddy," he sobbed, dropping to his knees before me. "I...I...did it......"

"Tell me what happened," I said, my voice firm but not unkind.

"They... they laughed at me," he choked out, his voice trembling. "They that no real man should ever be this hairless, this... this small." His eyes fell to his crotch, where the nub of his cock was almost totally hidden by the steel ring.

My heart went out to him, but I knew that this was all part of his training. He needed to face his fears and learn to revel in his vulnerability. "Tell me everything," I urged, my hand resting on his bare shoulder.

Between hiccups, Bill recounted his ordeal. He had walked in, the plug in his ass as instructed, and the room had gone quiet. The bears had sized him up, their eyes roving over his bare body with a mix of curiosity and contempt. They had called him names, poked fun at his smoothness and nub, and when they had used him, their taunts had only grown harsher.

"But you took it, didn't you?" I asked, my voice gentle. "You took their cocks and thanked them, just like a good boy."

Bill nodded, his sobs subsiding. "Yes, Daddy," he whispered. "I did as you said."

I leaned down, my furry cheek against his smooth one. "I'm proud of you," I murmured, and I meant it. He had faced his fears and come back to me, ready for more.

Gus stepped forward, his hand reaching out to stroke Bill's hairless chest. "You're so brave," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "To face all those men and let them breed you, even when they were so rough."

Bill looked up at us, his eyes shining with tears. "Th...they slapped my balls and pulled at my cock-ring..." he sobbed, "....... saying it might make my nub bigger".

I nodded, a smile playing at the corner of my mouth. "You're been a good boy," I said, my voice warm. "Now, let's see how full you are."

Gus led Bill to the examination table, laid him down on his back and instructed him to open his legs. Despite the pain and the humiliation, and despite the effects of the injection Bill's tiny dick was definitely not 100% soft, and small amount of pre-cum had had a gathered around the hole where the thick metal ring came out.

After putting on a pair of latex gloves, Gus reached back and removed the plug, Bill winced slightly as it slid out of his well-used ass. He looked at me, his eyes pleading for approval. "See, Daddy," he said, his voice shaking. "It's full."

The second Gus removed the plug a huge burst of semen shot out of Bill's ass. There was easily more than ten loads in there, at a guess I would have said nearer to twenty. As the cum kept spilling out, Gus I exchanged knowing glances. Bill's obedience was growing, and with each challenge he faced, he became more and more the submissive we knew he could be.

"Good boy," I praised, my voice thick with desire. "Keep pumping the cum out, I want to see how obedient you have been".

Bill's cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and pride as he squeezed his ass muscles, forcing the last of the semen out of his hole. It trickled down the inside thighs, pooling on the cold, sterile table beneath him. His eyes never left mine, seeking approval with every clench.

"Look at you," I said, my hand moving to stroke his smooth chest. "So obedient, so filled." It was clear from the sheer volume of cum that he had indeed been a very good boy. The thought of all those men using him, filling him up, made my cock throb with excitement.

Finally, with a final squeeze of his asshole, the last drops of semen oozed out. He lay there, panting, his body slick with sweat and cum. His eyes searched mine, desperate for praise. "Did... did I do good, Daddy?"

"You did excellent," I said, my voice filled with pride. "Now tell me, how does your ass feel without the cum and the plug?"

He took a deep breath, his hand tentatively reaching down to finger his now empty hole. His expression was one of longing, his voice trembling. "It... it feels hollow," he admitted. "I miss it Daddy... I.....I.... miss the feeling of being filled."

"And that's the price of being a good boy," I said, stroking his cheek. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you're never truly empty again."

Bill's eyes searched mine, filled with hope and need. He had come so far today, and I knew he was still grappling with his new identity. But the way he had taken those men's abuse, the way he had embraced his vulnerability, told me that he was on the right path. He was a natural submissive, and with a little more training, he would truly come into his own.

"Do you want me to fill you up again, boy?" I asked, my voice low and seductive.

He nodded, his eyes welling up with tears. "Yes, Daddy," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Please, I need it."

I leaned down, my furry face close to his smooth, sweat-soaked cheek. "You want me to make your hole feel full and tight again?" I asked, my hand moving to his cock, still shrunken and red.

Bill's nod was frantic, his sobs growing louder. "Yes, Daddy," he begged. "Please, I need it. I'll be good, I promise. I'll do anything."

I stroked his cheek with the back of my hand, wiping away a stray tear. "I know you will," I said. "But first, you need to show me how much you want it."

With trembling hands, Bill reached down, his fingers wrapping around his tiny cock head - its total size about the same as that of the top joint of this thumb. He began to stroke it, his movements awkward and clumsy. The ring made it difficult, but he was determined. His face was a picture of concentration and desperation. He knew what was expected of him, and he was going to give it to me.

As he stroked himself, his sobs grew quieter, replaced by a needy whine. "Daddy, please," he begged. "Make me feel full again."

My cock was hard in my pants, watching him beg for it. I stepped back, giving him room. "Keep going," I said, my voice firm. "You need to get it hard for me."

Bill's fingers moved faster, his breath hitching as he worked his tiny, shrunken cock. It was a pitiful sight, but also incredibly arousing. His desperation was palpable, his eyes never leaving mine as he pleaded silently for relief.

Finally, with a gasp, his cock began to swell slightly, gaining an extra centimetre or so, the ring digging into his skin. "Look at you," I murmured, my hand moving to unbuckle my belt. "So eager to be filled."

He nodded, his eyes wide and needy. "Yes, Daddy," he begged, his voice cracking. "Please, Daddy, fill me."

I took off my overall and stepped closer, my furry body looming over him. "Very well," I said. "But remember, this is your reward for being a good boy. Don't ever say that I don't listen to you"

I could feel Bills watering eyes staring at the thick black hair on my chest and arms, no doubt remembering the time, so recently, when he had his own covering of body fur, before he had given it up, and shaved himself as the first stage in becoming my boy.

There was another message in Bills eyes. I could see what the boy wanted, and knew he needed to be filled. I put a latex glove on one of my hands, and slowly carressed Bill's hairless chest and stomach as Bill continued to try and get more life into his tiny cock.

"Good boy," I murmured, stroking his cheek. "But I think you need something else."

I picked up a handful of the sticky cum from the table and held it out to him. "Taste it," I instructed, my voice low and commanding. Bill's eyes went wide, but he obediently opened his mouth, his tongue flicking out to lick the semen from my fingers. He moaned, his cock twitching slightly.

With a knowing smile, I dipped my gloved hand back into the pool of cum, scooping up a generous amount. I instructed Bill to turn over and bend over the table as moved behind him, my hand sliding down the curve of his ass to his puckered hole. He tensed, but didn't protest as I began to work the cum back into his ass, my fingers sliding in easily thanks to the natural lubricant. "You see," I said, my voice a gentle purr. "You're still full, baby. You just need to get used to it."

Bill's eyes rolled back in his head, his body arching slightly as I pushed deeper. He was moaning now, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Daddy," he murmured, his voice needy. "More."

I chuckled, my hand moving in a steady rhythm. "Greedy boy," I teased. "But you know what happens to greedy boys?"

He nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation. "They get fisted," he whispered.

I nodded, my hand moving faster now. "That's right," I said. "You're going to get fisted, and you're going to love it."

As the last of the cum was worked back into him, Bill's body began to relax, his hole stretching around my fingers. He was so open, so receptive, and it was clear that he was ready for more. "Keep stroking that cock," I ordered, my voice firm. "You want it hard for when I fill you up."

He nodded, his eyes glazed with lust. "Yes, Daddy," he murmured.

Gus watched us, his own cock hard in his pants. "Want me to help?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

"Later," I said, not taking my eyes off Bill. "This one's all mine."

With my fingers now coated in the thick, warm cum, I began to push into Bill's ass. He took a deep breath, his body tensing slightly, but he didn't protest. He knew this was his reward for being a good boy.

"Just like that," I murmured, pushing in deeper. "Feel me, baby?"

He nodded, his eyes squeezed shut. "Yes, Daddy," he panted. "I feel you."

My hand was buried knuckle-deep in his ass, my thumb brushing against his prostate. His cock twitched again, and I knew he was close. "You're going to cum for me now," I said. "And when you do, I'm going to start fisting you."

Bill's eyes snapped open, his breath hitching. "Y...yes, Daddy," he stuttered.

I watched his hand move faster on his cock, the tiny shaft glistening with precum. His body was tense, his muscles straining as he approached his climax. And then, with a strangled cry, he came, his cum spurting out to mix with the pool of semen on the table.

"Now," I said, my voice a low growl. "It's time for your real reward."

Slowly, carefully, I began to widen his hole, my fist inching closer and closer to his entrance. Bill's whimpers grew louder, his body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

"Relax," I murmured, my breath hot against his ear. "You're going to take it all."

And with that, I pushed forward, my fist sinking into him in one smooth, powerful stroke. Bill's eyes were wide with shock and pleasure.

I began to fuck him with my fist, my movements slow and deliberate. His body was mine to command, his pleasure mine to give or take away. And as I watched him come apart beneath me, I knew that he had truly embraced his role as my submissive.

With every thrust, Bill's moans grew louder, his body shaking with the intensity of the sensation. He was in ecstasy, his eyes rolling back in his head, his mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. The sight of my fur-covered hand disappearing into his smooth, hairless ass was intoxicating, a visual representation of his complete submission to me.

"You see, baby?" I murmured, my voice low and soothing. "You're always full when you're with me."

Bill nodded, his breath coming in pants. "Y...yes, Daddy," he managed to gasp out. "Thank you."

The feeling of his tight, warm channel around my fist was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was a power trip unlike any other, and I reveled in it. His ass clenched around me, desperate for more, and I gave it to him, my wrist rotating in a way that hit his prostate with every stroke. His orgasm had been the opening act, and now the real show was beginning.

Gus watched us, his own hand stroking his cock. He knew better than to interrupt, but I could see the hunger in his eyes. Soon, I thought, soon he'll get his turn.

As I worked Bill's ass, I could feel him getting closer to the edge again. His body was a symphony of need, his muscles tensing and releasing in time with my movements. I leaned down, my teeth grazing his ear. "Cum for me," I ordered, my voice a low growl. "Cum on my fist."

Bill's eyes snapped open, his gaze meeting mine. And with one final, desperate thrust, he did. His body convulsed, his ass spasming around my hand as he came again, his cum mixing with the mess on the table. I felt his prostate pulse against my fist, his climax milked from him by my dominance.

As his orgasm subsided, I pulled my hand out of him, the glove coated in his cum and sweat. I held it up, showing him the evidence of his submission. "This is what you are," I said, my voice firm. "This is what you need."

He nodded, his eyes glazed with lust and pain. "Yes, Daddy," he murmured, and I could see his stretched asshole still spasming as it slowly closed back to normal size. Not wanting my boy to feel empty, I re-inserted the buttplug, making Billy moan softly as it went back inside him.

I leaned in, my furry face close to his. "And I'm going to take good care of you," I promised. "But remember, Billy, this is just the beginning."

The room was thick with the scent of sex and submission, the air heavy with the promise of what was to come. Gus stepped closer, his hand reaching out to stroke Bill's smooth, shivering body. "You did so well," he whispered. "You're such a good boy."

Bill's eyes searched mine, his voice barely a whisper. "Thank you, Daddy," he said, his voice filled with awe. "Thank you for making me feel alive."

Weeks had passed since that first appointment and Bill had come so far. He now really wanted to be a smooth boy for his Daddy, and was glad of the injection as it not only saved him the task of shaving himself, they also made his body beneath his neck totally smooth. Just how I like it.

Gus had injected the steroid as the base of Bill's cock again. Getting a once-inch semi hard-on when Billy orgasmed was one thing, but I didn't want it getting any bigger than that and giving the boy any ideas. It looked so small and vulnerable peeking out of his bald crotch, a massive 14mm ring through its head.

Now, Bill's body was a canvas of submission, a story of his journey with each new piercing telling a tale of his obedience. His latest addition was a stark reminder of his place. The stark outline of my hand on his right ass cheek, etched in black ink, served as both a symbol of ownership and a warning. It was a constant reminder of the painful yet exhilarating spankings he had endured, and the price of stepping out of line.

Every time Bill saw that hand in the mirror, he would remember the sting of the paddle and the heat of my palm against his skin. It was a mark of his commitment to his new life as a hairless, vulnerable boy, and the fear and excitement that came with it.

"Look at it," I said, admiring the new ink. "A reminder of your submission."

Bill's cheeks flushed, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. He nodded, his voice shaking slightly. "Yes, Daddy," he murmured. "I'll never forget."

The sight of my hand on his skin, forever a part of him, sent a thrill through me. This was the ultimate sign of his dedication to his role. Along with his hairlessness and shrunken cock, every time anybody at his gym or the sauna saw my handprint tattooed on his ass, they knew what sort of boy Bill was. And every time the boy saw it he felt again the pain and humiliation of his spankings. And I knew that Billy would not now want it any other way.

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