CHAPTER SIX
I got us into the bathroom and locked the door behind us.
"Sir, you are outrageous. I'm so fucking horny right now. Are you always this dirty?".
I smiled at the compliment.
"Well, you've given me a lot to work with when it comes to being dirty, so here's hoping".
"Now, I know I said earlier that you do as you're told or you bugger off, but given that I'm about to get rid of your pubes for my perverted pleasure, I'll allow one last check that you're still in? You're OK with me doing this?".
"Fuck it", he replied softly, if you think I'm leaving now you're insane. Do me. Whatever you want, it's yours". And he leaned in for our first kiss.
It was one hell of a snog - you could tell he hadn't had much experience - too much tongue, but his eagerness made up for it and I could help him work on his technique over time. After all a naked boy who's begging you to shave him as a prelude to a good fuck didn't come my way too often.
"Right you, hop up into the bath", I commanded as I hunted down some gear from the bathroom cabinet.
"I'll start with the scissors, otherwise we'll be here all night doing this, and I've definitely got something else I want to move on to". I grinned and ran a hand over his arse, wiggling a finger-tip over his fuck-hole again to let him know exactly what I had in mind.
He took a deep breath as I clutched a tuft of soft boy-pube and started snipping it free from his body, beginning his denuding.
Once I'd clipped everything back as far as I could, out came the shaving foam, round his balls and up the base of his shaft.
"Hmm", I said surveying my handiwork.
"What is it?".
"Well your cock's gonna be just fine, but there's a few wispy hairs round the back that should go too. What do you think?".
His wordless answer was perfect. He turned around, bent over and clutched an arse cheek in each hand, once again offering me his sweet boy-hole. I smeared the foam on there and turned him round to start scraping the front whilst the hair softened round the back.
"This really turns you on, doesn't it?", he asked.
"No shit, Sherlock", I said to him, drying my hand briefly to clutch my hard-on through my jeans and show him the effect he was having on me.
His eyes widened in anticipation, but he wouldn't be distracted from his line of questioning. "Hmm - all the other stuff was fun, but I think you're more into this than the stripping and bending and posing and things?".
I paused to consider, razor in mid-air ready for another swipe through what was left of his ever-dwindling bush. "OK, yes, I guess the other stuff is more temporary. After tonight, you'll have the memory of being made to strip and all the rest of it, and that'll be hot, but it'll be gone - all in the past".
I paused. He prompted me, "Go on?".
"Well I guess that once I've shaved you, there's a persistence to it, isn't there? I mean obviously it'll grow back, but for the next few weeks at least, you'll look at little baldy down there, and think 'yeah, it's smooth because of Graeme; I gave him my body to do what he wanted with, and that's one of the things he did and it's still here ages afterwards'. Does that make sense? A lingering kind of ownership I suppose?".
He looked up at me, a solitary tear running down his cheek, "That was the perfect answer, I've never felt more wanted or more horny. Take it all now, please".
He put his hands on his head, and presented his crotch for me to finish the job. I grasped his seemingly constant hard-on and moved it out of the way as I started back in, happy that I'd found the right words to please him.
Once the front was done, it was time to move on to the delight of shaving his backside.
"Turn round then boy, assume the position please".
He giggled, and once again faced away from me, holding those sweet little globes apart.
There wasn't much to remove to be honest, just a few wispy curls around his hole, but I was taking my time; partly to be careful and partly to prolong my enjoyment.
I rinsed him off and was wiping his hole with a flannel, as my finger continued to tease his ass lips.
"You do know that I'm going to be in here later on, don't you", I asked, becoming more serious. I applied a firmer pressure so that the tip of my middle finger was just inside his back door.
"I, I, I'd like that Sir" he stammered, "Very much Sir. Very, very much".
"Good. But I get the feeling that you've not had much practice though, have you?".
"Well no, just a couple of times - with my cousin who's the same age as me. And I don't think he was as big as you seemed to be".
I grinned at the implied compliment. "OK then, I've got an idea which will help - it might take a bit of getting used to, but it'll make things easier later on".
"OK Sir, whatever you think best. I trust you".
I spanked his little arse and said "Correct answer. Good boy. Now, where's that lube?".
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