"Nothing" Chapter One
Being naked when others are clothed is a big turnon for me. It is the humiliation factor for sure. I have spent a lifetime ashamed of my heavy body and tiny dick that I keep covered at all costs. It wasn't until I started to meet guys in my twenties that were turned on by my heftiness that I began to see my beauty. Interestingly enough they were all black guys that gave me that confidence. I remember so clearly the night that everything changed for me. I was totally vanilla sexually. Usually a top. But then I met this great guy, who was black, extremely muscular, with an 11" prick. We dated a few times and he just naturally took the lead. This was back in the late 80's when the AIDS epidemic was at its highest so you didn't jump into sex as quickly as we used to. So we had actually never had sex yet but we had cuddled and kissed and were naked together. It wasn't long before I felt I would follow this man anywhere.
So one night he suggested we meet his friends at the local leather bar. We were living in West Hollywood at the time and I had never been to a leather bar because they scared me. But I agreed. We arrived and met his friends, who were also all black guys, and we had a few drinks. I noticed that they kind of started to ignore me and talk over me. They would ask him questions about me when I was standing right there. This went on for awhile and I found myself just standing there waiting for his attention and feeling turned on by being ignored. Around me in the bar some small action began to happen. I noticed some guys had arrived naked and on leashes which got me really hot. But, still thinking like a top I was picturing myself being the one holding the leash. But then I thought of my date being naked and on his knees and even then I knew I could never shame a black man like that. So the evening was getting confusing.
Eventually my date simply turned to me and asked me what I thought of the bar and what was going on. I told him I thought it was really hot but I could never disrespect him as a black man to treat him like that. At that he started to laugh as did his friends, which was even more confusing. Then he said...you're confused boy...now take off your clothes.
I just looked at him as if I didn't understand. Then I leaned in and whispered to him that he knew how insecure I was about my body and my dicklet so I couldn't possibly.
To which he responded..."do you trust me?"
And I nodded my head.
"You're beautiful jay. Now get naked."
So I did. I just stared into his eyes as I removed my shirt and one of his friends took it from me. Then my shoes, socks, pants and underwear and each piece of clothing was taken from me as I removed it. When I was done I was visibly quavering with emotions as I stood there in the middle of that bar.
My date said "turn around and show yourself to my friends," so I did with my hands covering my groin.
Then he said "put your hands behind your head and do it again" so I was mortified but I did it. I was too scared to look into their eyes so my head was downcast. Then Jamie (my date) told me to kneel at his feet, which I did. My dick had never been harder and it stayed that way all night.
After an hour or so the bartender announced that all first timers should report to the bar. So Jamie grabbed me and I followed him to the bar. It seems a tradition in this particular leather bar is that at the end of the night (early in the morning) everyone who had a breakthrough in their BDSM existence was to be introduced to the remaining crowd and their breakthrough announced. I guess it was sort of a community building thing. I watched as about 5 or 6 guys were brought on stage in various stages of dress and service and their companions explained their breakthroughs that evening.
When it was my turn Jamie took me up onstage and I kneeled beside him.
He explained that: "until tonight, my boy here had believed that he was this big top. But now he was beginning to understand his true place, as a black man's sub."
He looked down into my eyes and I nodded my head in agreement. I couldn't believe what I had just done.
"So nowÉ" Jamie said, "I am going to take my boy to the club's barber, in the corner, to mark the occasion with a special cut. But first I want to do my part to raise some funds for Aids researchÉ" and he reached out to his friends and asked them to come up on stage, and they held up my clothes so everyone could see.
"These clothes my friends are holding up are the only clothes that my boy had with him that night. It's a cute outfit, for sure, but not half as cute as the little pink skin suit he's wearing now, right?" And the crowd applauded and I wanted to disappear.
"And for the right donation all you nice folks could force my boy to walk home naked tonight. So what am I offered for this fine silk shirt?"
Of course all of my clothes disappeared very quickly. And then other black Masters were stripping their boys right there and adding their clothing to the auction as well. I never knew the final amount but I guess a goodly amount of money was raised for the Black Aids Coalition that night. Which is a good thing. Then there was applause and the music started pumping again and I was petrified, wondering how I would get home.
But then I felt Jamie's hand reach down and stroke my hair, almost like he was petting me like his dog.
Finally, Jamie took me to the Barber's chair and simply said "the works."
He turned to me and explained..."I don't like my slaves with any hair...so he's going to remove it...any problems with that?"
As I looked up, in to his eyes, I shook my head, more shocked by the word slave' than as any signal of my affirmation, and then I heard the clippers rev up behind my right ear and the Barber took a strong hold of my head and roughly pushed it forward. I was panicked. I wanted to say stop'. But just as I started to open my mouth to speak, Jamie came up and stood right in front of me, crossed his arms over his beautiful chest, and smiled down at me, and I felt instantly calm.
An hour later, from my head to foot, cock to ass I was completely bald. I had no idea what it looked like. But I could only imagine. But my Jamie had that smile on his face as he stepped toward me. And I felt proud as he ran his hands over my head and all over my body. His hands felt different to me now, not loving exactly, but rather proprietary in nature.
"He looks good." Jamie complimented the barber, but me he ignored. Until he slapped me on the back of the head and ordered: "Let's go boy."
The walk home was long that night. I was followed by Jamie and his friends so I would be safe, but I still heard every cat call, insult, hoot and holler as I walked the mile or so home through the back roads. And my cock had never been harder, dripping all the way home. `What the hell was happening to me?'
At my door Jamie handed me my wallet and my keys. He told me to think about what had happened tonight and he would call me in the morning. As I turned to unlock my door he said, "oh yeah, one more thing"...and he hauled off and slapped my dick as hard as he could which made me go softer..."don't touch this anymore...it's mine."