I'd stripped by that time (under Kevin's watchful eye). I guess seeing me with no crotch hair told him what was in store for him. I climbed onto the bed and straddled Kevin's chest. Then I bent forward so my hard-on (of COURSE I was hard, wouldn't YOU be climbing onto a naked studmuffin like Kevin?) was in reach of Kevin's lips. He knew what to do, and was soon lapping at the tip, then sucking on the shaft as I moved forward. I stood up on my knees, so to speak, and reached behind me so I could reach Kevin's tits. I began rubbing them, ever so gently. Kevin started moaning, no mean trick with a cock in your mouth. My cock started leaking to show its appreciation at Kevin's ministrations.
I felt the bed move, then turned my head and saw that Greg had come back with some shaving instruments. I heard Greg removing the cock and ball stretcher, then the buzz as he turned on an electric hair trimmer. I felt Kevin moving (writhe?) as Greg ran the clippers across his crotch. Kevin kept sucking on my cock and I kept playing with his tits as I felt Greg move and maneuver around. After a few minutes Greg turned the trimmer off. Then I heard him walking away.
I looked back and saw Greg coming back into the bedroom with a pot full of warm water. I felt a little splash on my back and heard Greg say, "Oops." A few seconds later I heard the scraping of a razor across skin (oh how I get turned on by that sound!) I felt Kevin wiggle a bit, then sigh, then get back to the work at hand, namely my cock in his mouth. Greg started humming to himself at he puttered about, shaving and scraping and wetting the skin and shaving some more; I guess he was as turned on by shaving as I am. How far this 'straight' boy had come in such a short time. Or maybe it only took someone like me to bring out the best in him.
"Please, Sir, can you hold up his legs?" Greg asked. I reached behind me and got hold of Kevin's legs, which Greg was handing to me. I took hold of his calves, spreading out Kevin's lets so that Greg would have free access to his ass. I heard Greg scraping away as he shaved the hairs from around Kevin's crack. I heard Kevin go "Ouch" as best he could with my cock still deep in his mouth. "Sorry," said Greg. Then to me he added, "I'm doing the bit behind his balls. I guess I pulled them out of the way just a little bit to hard." Grinning, he added, "Well, no harm done. After all, Sir, they weren't yours or my balls." I chuckled to show I appreciated Greg's joke. Kevin didn't.
I heard the slap of a wet towel against skin. "Just cleaning up, Sir. I'm done with the haircut and ready for your inspection." Reluctantly I pulled my cock from Kevin's mouth and got up to inspect. Greg had done a good job on Kevin's crotch; not a hair could be seen. He'd also done a good job cleaning up. What a good boy!
Greg told Kevin, "Get up. It's time to take off the cuffs. You can do a better job with your hands free." Kevin got up, then stood still as Greg uncuffed him. He reached down and felt his crotch. "I haven't been this smooth since I was a baby. It feels kind of funny, though. And I don't know what I'll tell the guys at the gym. Maybe that I lost a bet or something. Oh well, it'll grow back." Greg piped up, "If we don't make you keep it trimmed. Now turn around so we can get some pictures." Another surprise. GREG wanted to take pictures of a guy.
Kevin moved around at Greg's direction. He looked hot, sans hair and clothes, with just a slave collar round his neck. Greg went through a roll and a half of film before letting Kevin rest. Finally, setting the camera down, he turned to Kevin and said, "I'm horny. Let's get you back on the bed. This time, on your knees, with your butt up in the air." Turning to me Greg said, "Have a go at his ass, Sir. I'll take the front end." Then Greg said, "Oops, Sir, let me go get you a condom and lube."
Hurrying across the room, Greg grabbed a condom and lube and came back. My hard on had become a little bit soft. Greg noticed and said, "Let me take care of that." He knelt and started sucking. Kevin, still kneeling on the bed and still with his ass up in the air, grinned. At last Greg was satisfied that I was hard enough. He ripped open the condom package, and expertly slid the condom down my cock. I must have looked surprised, because Greg looked up at and grinned as he said, quiet enough that only I could hear, "Hey, um, Sir, even straight guys use condoms, you know. I do have SOME practice with fucking."
Greg stood up and turned towards Kevin's ass. "Should I do the honors, Sir?" When I nodded, Greg took a handful of lube and started running his hand up and down Kevin's crack. Without further ado, Greg soon had two, then three fingers up Kevin's ass. Yes, there obvious HAD been things up there before us. Greg indicated he was done (by wiping off his hands). I got onto the bed behind Kevin, aimed, and in I went, up to the hilt. Kevin's only reaction was a murmur of approval.
As Kevin showed how happy he was with something filling one end, Greg climbed onto the bed to fill the other. He positioned himself on his knees in front of Kevin's waiting mouth. His cock, of course, was hard in anticipation (he'd seen the job Kevin's mouth had done on MY cock). Kevin opened his mouth without Greg's having to say a word. With his hands free, Kevin could play with Greg's balls, tweak his tits, and run his fingers across Greg's smooth chest, all of which he did. Greg, too, murmured his appreciation. Greg put his hands on Kevin's head for balance as he pushed his cock into Kevin's mouth.
So there I was, working my cock in and out of Kevin's ass, while Greg, my boy, was working HIS cock in and out of Kevin's mouth. Too bad that left nobody to take pictures. Kevin was rocking back and forth until Greg and I got our motions in sync, in together, then out, then back in.
Slurping sounds came from both ends; Kevin held Greg's cock and licked at the tip, running his tongue into and around Greg's piss hole as I ran my cock in and out of Kevin's ass. Greg squealed with pleasure at Kevin ran his tongue around and around the edge of head, just catching the sensitive skin along the bottom edge of the glans. Then Kevin squealed with pleasure when I found the right spot in his ass.
Greg picked up the pace of his thrusting, so I knew he was getting close. I could have ridden Kevin for an hour or two, but realized it was getting on in the evening. So I quickened my pace to match. Greg started panting, then moaning and Kevin pulled on and played with Greg's balls (who can blame him? They WERE nice and smooth and yummy balls.)
Greg pulled Kevin's head forward as he gave a massive heaving of his hips, ramming his cock deep down Kevin's throat. Greg came and came again. Kevin, with his nose rammed against Greg's belly could but try to swallow as fast as Greg unloaded. Again and again Greg squirted and Kevin gamely tried to keep up.
And then I came. I held myself against Kevin's ass, my cock buried deeply as I felt myself shooting and the condom filling up. I guess my poor balls were kind of drained from their workout the past couple of days; after four spurts my balls felt empty. I took hold of the base of the condom and slowly withdrew my cock. I carefully rolled up the condom down my cock. By that time Greg had withdrawn his own cock from Kevin's other orifice. He hopped off the bed towards me and said, "Here, Sir, I'll take that." How thoughtful! I heard water running, then Greg was back a minute later with a warm washcloth with which he carefully wiped off my cock.
Greg turned to Kevin and said, "You! On your back. Now!" I looked at Greg, but all he did was smile. Kevin, in the meantime, had rolled over onto his back. Greg grabbed the leather restraints and soon had Kevin's wrists cuffed to his neck. His tits, cock, balls, and ass were open to whatever we wanted to do to them. Greg quickly grabbed the camera and snapped a couple of pictures of this luscious hunk, his hard on pointing upward, just waiting to be munched on. Greg set the camera down, then climbed onto the bed NEXT to Kevin. "This way you'll have room to work on his balls." Before I could say 'Thanks' Greg had his head down and was trying to swallow Kevin's cock.
I knelt down and took hold of Kevin's sac above his balls. I started licking them, just barely tickling my tongue over the smooth skin. In addition to Kevin's other qualities, the skin of his ball sac was naturally soft and velvety, my favorite kind. I soon had his left ball in my mouth and was eagerly running my tongue and lips over and around it, caressing it, tickling it, making love to it.
I took that ball out of my mouth and started working on t'other one. Kevin squirmed in appreciation. Or maybe he was squirming because Greg had somehow managed to deep throat Kevin's cock. Not to be outdone, I opened my mouth wide and fed myself both of Kevin's balls. It was a tight fit, and probably squeezed Kevin's balls a bit more than he was used to, but he wasn't complaining.
With Kevin's cock down Greg's through and his balls firmly held within my mouth, I found my nose close to Greg's. Impulsively, I leaned forward a scant inch and started giving Greg Eskimo kisses-what we called it as kids when you rubbed noses with one another. Greg twisted his head back and forth; I guess he'd given Eskimo kisses as a kid, too.
Kevin squirmed a bit-either HE hadn't given Eskimo kisses, or maybe he didn't like the way I was tugging on his balls as I swung my head back and forth, or the way his cock twisted as Greg moved his head back and forth. Too bad. We were having fun and his duty was but to serve. Give him a week or two and he'd be BEGGING us to take care of him (and was sure as hell willing to give him a week or two!)
I suddenly realized that I wasn't doing much with my hands, and that there was a perfectly fine asshole nearby. Without further ado I soon had a couple of fingers of one hand up Kevin's ass. Just for fun, I stuck a couple of fingers of my OTHER hand up Kevin's ass. He squirmed, then squirmed even more when I spread my four fingers and Greg stuck a couple of HIS fingers up Kevin's ass. We played like that for a bit, when Greg realized he needed one hand to guide the cock down his throat, and the other to play with Kevin's tits.
And what was Kevin doing in the meantime? I could be crass and say, "Who cares? He's only Greg's pet," but I DID care. After all, not only was Kevin a guest in my house, but if we wanted him to come back and want to be trained, we'd have to show him how much fun he'd have, even as he was getting disciplined.
Kevin was moaning. God was he moaning. If it wasn't such a turn-on to Greg, I'd have gagged him for sure. And he was leaking-at least he SHOULD have been leaking, the way Greg was working on him. Of course I couldn't tell; his cock hadn't come out of Greg's mouth since Greg had first started licking the tip. And he was writhing-well, wouldn't YOU be writhing with two hot guys working on your sensitive tits, sucking on both balls, your cock down one's throat and your prostate being massage by a more than one finger?
I could tell the way Kevin's balls were trying to retract that Kevin was very close to coming. Had I been nice, I would have let his balls out of my mouth, letting them be pulled up. But of course I'm not nice, so I held on to them, kneading them with my tongue. Greg picked up the pace of his sucking, and working the skin of Kevin's cock back and forth. I guess Greg had had enough practice that weekend that he, too, could tell that Kevin was getting close.
Kevin gave a yell loud enough to wake the neighbors. He arched his stomach high in the air and came. The thrust of his cum was so powerful that his cock was just about pushed from Greg's mouth as he spurted and spurted. There was no was that Greg, a newbie at cock-sucking could keep up with all the juice Kevin was putting out-Greg's cheeks bulged, and he swallowed valiantly, but cum was soon leaking from around Kevin's cock, down Greg's chin and just about to his neck. I kept working on Kevin's balls, milking them for all they were worth.
Kevin gasped and groaned with pleasure as he came and came. Then his sounds turned to groans of misery as we kept on working on his tits and cock and balls and ass, long after his orgasm had subsided and his balls were drained. Kevin pulled his hands as if to push us off his suffering sex organs, then realized he was stuck-his wrists were neatly cuffed. He even tried bending his neck forward, as if to give him the slack he needed to push us off, but of course all he could do was watch as we kept up with our pleasuring.
"Please, Sirs, enough!" Kevin cried again and again. Greg and I only grinned at each other, 'til we had satisfied ourselves that no more cum was to be had and that we'd proven who were the bosses. I opened my mouth, letting Kevin's poor, deflated balls flop out. Greg pulled his head up, releasing Kevin's cock, then diving down and licking away was cum had dribbled down the sides. At last I pulled my fingers from Kevin's asshole and Greg stopped working on Kevin's poor tits.
I got up and went and washed off my hands. When I got back, Greg left and he washed off his hands and cock and such. Kevin, in the meantime, just laid there, trying to catch his breath. Finally he raised his upper body and asked, "Sirs, may I get up? It's getting late, Sirs, and I have to be going, if it's okay with you, Sirs." Three 'Sirs' in a row was a bit much, but his heart was in the right place.
Greg said, "Sure, get up and clean yourself off. Then you can get dressed."
Kevin hurried off to the bathroom. He was back in a few minutes looking sparkly clean. I, of course, took a couple of pictures of this hot, naked, hairless jock boy.
"May I get dressed, Sirs?" Kevin asked. Since it was also getting late for US, Greg said, "Sure." I followed Kevin out to the living room, where he'd left his clothes. Greg stayed behind to clean up a little-when I came in later the bedroom was all straightened out, my leathers were hung with care, the towels were in the hamper, the shaving bowl was back in the kitchen, and the film canisters were lined up and ready to be mailed in to be developed.
Kevin looked around for his underwear. "Please, Sir," may I have my briefs?" he asked. "No," I said. "Maybe if you behave well the next time you come over you can have them back." Kevin thought over the implications of what I had, then grinned and replied, "Yes, Sirs!"
By that time Greg had come in and had caught the tail end of the conversation. I noticed that Greg had taken off the harness and cock ring, and had quite properly replaced them with the ball stretcher and weights. Kevin took one looked and opened his mouth widely.
Greg grinned, then reached into Kevin's still-open pants. "And next time we'll see how much weight YOU can swing from your nuts." Kevin gulped, then gulped again when Greg added, "I have six or seven pounds swinging. I bet YOU can handle TEN pounds." Greg worked at Kevin's nuts a little, just something to remind Kevin who was the boss. At last he got tired and took his hand from Kevin's jeans. Kevin resumed dressing.
"Can I have my shirt back, please, Sirs?" Kevin asked. "That'll cost you two more pounds than I was going to hang," Greg said. "Do you want it?" Kevin shrugged and said, "Sure, Sir. I'll try to take it next time, Sir. I'm sure you won't hurt me." Greg smiled wickedly, and Kevin blanched. Nevertheless he took the shirt Greg proffered.
Kevin sat down and put on his socks and shoes. Greg and I watched. Then I turned to Greg and said, "I'm cold. Get my robe. Get yourself one, too, if you're cold." Greg hurried off. He was back a few moments later, dressed in one of my robes and carrying another. He helped he on with it as Kevin finished dressing and stood up.
Kevin turned to us, not sure what to say. Now that we were all dressed, it was much easier, however. I walked towards the door. Greg and Kevin followed. As I opened the door, Kevin said, "I had fun, Sirs. I hope you did too. I feel kind of funny without any hair, but also feel kind of sexy.
I'd like to come back, Sirs, if you'll let me."
Greg spoke for both of us when he said, "We had fun, too. And you may come back." Then he grinned wickedly and said, "You better be totally smooth from your tits on down the next time you come over. Got that?" Greg leaned forward and squeezed Kevin's crotch. Then he swatted Kevin's rear and added, "We're gonna get this even redder than this time."
Kevin grinned and said, "Yes, Sir. I'll be smooth, Sir." Then he leaned forward and gave Greg a quick peck on the lips. Then he turned to me and kissed me. "Thanks, Sirs, May I be off, Sirs?" We nodded, and Kevin headed out the door. I closed it slowly behind him, then locked it.
Greg waited until I turned back to face him. He cleared his throat, then sort of hesitated, shook his head like he'd made up his mind, and asked, quietly, "May I stay, Sir? I brought clothes for work tomorrow. They're out in the car. I'd really like it if I could stay over tonight."
I replied, "Are you sure you want to stay?"
Greg nodded. "I've had fun this weekend. I like being here. I like being with you. I'm not sure whether I'm gay or not, or where this will lead, but for tonight I'd like to stay if you'll let me."
Of course I said, "Yes."
The next day Greg gave notice to his landlord, and 30 days later to the day Greg moved in. My boy Greg has been with me every since.