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Gym Jock's Bitch, Part 5
When my master was done fucking the sub boy in room 315, he took me to the "shaving room" of this Chicago bath house. It had two barber chairs that were more like OB/GYN exam chair, with stirrups for feet, so you could expose a boi's ass for trimming or shaving. There was one bear cub there with his master really getting humiliated. The bear was a muscled 250 pound hairy stud, wearing only a leather harness, chaps and cock ring. The cub was about 25 years old, a little chubby, maybe 220 pounds and very hairy. His master was waxing his hair off. The cub was in tears, wimpering and being forced to chant, "Thank you sir!" each time the bear would rip a wax strip off the cub's ass cheeks. My master strapped me into the second barber chair and just told me to watch and learn. My master leaned back against me, pinching my nipples and occassionally running his hands through my soon to removed head hair, as he talked to the bear.
"I like how you make him really feel his de-foliage. Maybe I'll let my pig's hair grow a little and wax him next time."
"Yeah," the bear replied. "I actually like a cub in training to have closely groomed hair, but this bitch is being punished. When I was whipping him earlier, his teeth made too much contact on my buddy's cock, so this is his punishment and humiliation. I'm glad you're here for the show. It helps keep the humiliation that much more heightened."
"How much hair are you waxing off of him?" my master asked.
"All of it. I've started with his butt and balls, but he's got a really hairy back too. That should be fun. You can help me on his legs, arms and chest if you want. It will take a lot of was strips to make this bitch smooth."
"I'd love to help you out, man!" was all my master said. He stepped up and started waxing hair off the cub's nipples and chest, giving no warning or comfort when he'd make that sudden rip. The cub was crying a steady stream of tears now, with no erections what so ever. But he'd really cry out in a bellow as either my master or his would rip another hair strip off of him. This went on for 30 minutes, while I waited anxiously, wishing I could somehow comfort this boi, glad as hell that it was not me in that chair.
"Let's flip him over and do his back together," his master said. My master helped remove his straps from ankles and wrists, and they made him kneel on a low table next to the chair. When they finished, the poor cub was red all over like a sunburn, but it was just his poor skin reacting to all the waxing. His master had a raging hard on the whole time. When he seemed satisfied that his cub was now naked, he said, "Well boi, lets see if you learned your lesson. Suck my cock. If I feel so much as a hint of your teeth on my cock, I'll have you castrated!"
My master took this time to turn on a pair of electric clipper and trim my thick head of hair, while he watched the nude cub suck eagerly with frightened eyes on his master's fat cock. I watched in the mirror as my last vestiage of independence and vanity was removed from my head. Now I really looked like a twink. How was I ever going to explain this to my fellow workers back home? I felt truly owned and defeated now.
When the Bear Master was close, he told his cub to open up and hold his cum on his tongue. Just as I was balded, the Bear blew a huge load on his cub's tongue and squeezed out a huge, thick load of spooge. My master started to unstrap me, and told me to go over and swap come with the cub boi. I kneeled in front of the cub, who still had snot and tears on his face, and we started snowballing the thick cum between our mouths. This cub seemed comforted by my kissing, so we lightly touched each other's heads and chests as we made out, making sure to show the cum on our tongues to our two masters, who kept leaning in close to inspect that we did not swallow this load. Every minute or so, my master or the bear would tell one of us to "open wide" and he's hork a huge gob of spit into our mouths. Finally, the bear said, "We have to be getting my cub to his piercing and tattoo appointment. You pigs can swallow that now."
We separated our tongues and mouths, and I felt sad to leave this boi's embrace. His mouth and his master's cum felt so comforting after the humiliation of having my hair cut off.
The Bear led his cub away, and my master said, "Boi, look at your ass in this mirror. Read all that you can see outloud."
It was hard to make out all of the things he had written on my body with indelible marker because I was seeing it in reverse image, but I did read, "Sperm bank. Make a deposit. Breed me here. Make me your whore." There were many other words, and an email address, for other tops to remember and write about their encounters of using me tonight.
"I think when we get home, I'll get SPERM BANK: MAKE A DEPOSIT permanently tatooed on your ass cheeks. That will really be humiliating at the gym in our town! But I bet you'll get lots of takers," my master said with that evil smirk on his face.
He led me back to our own room, which had a floor drain in the middle of the room. "I want you on all fours over this drain, with your ass facing the door. If anyone comes by and reads your ass, they are free to make a deposit or use you however they want. If they choose to piss on you, you take it, pig. If they want a blow job, you suck like your life depends on it, cunt boi. I'm going to walk around and find some men to use you in this all night orgy. You better drink as much cum and piss as you need, because that is the only food or drink you're getting tonight until we leave here tomorrow."
With that, he left the room with the door wide open. I was a fuck toy on all fours, being pimped out by my master, as I heard him walking down the halls of a busy bath house, calling out, "Pig for use! Room 217! He needs to be bred, Room 217!"
I knew I was in for a night beyond my wildest imagination, and I was totally scared shitless!
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