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I've written this own a hot Saturday night, wishing that a Master such as Mr Stephens was in my life.
I stayed where I was watching Master walk away from me, only when he had disappeared into the crow did I make a start on the journey to Master's house. Being newly shorn of hair I felt self conscious , and took the most in direct route towards the river, along as many back streets as I could to avoid being noticed. I knew that such thoughts were wrong and that Master would not be best pleased.
South of the River I walked beside a park, except for what looked and sounded like two East European playing football in the far corner it was quiet, I decided to sit down and rest, and hopefully reduce the tome I would bewailing on Master's door step. I sat on the bench, but after a few seconds I realised that the correct place for me was to be on the grass. The thirty minutes or so I had spent in the barber's chair had been the longest I had sat on a chair in months, deep down it had felt wrong, so being on the grass was a return to my new normality, I sat down and closed my eyes, taking in some sun. I briefly was Peter again, not it.
"Look what we have here" A voice behind me. I jumped and started to turn round, " Kyle's portable urinal" It was Sir Andrew one of the customer's at Brad's barber shop. "Is he around?" "No Sir" I move from sitting on the grass to keeling. Sir Andrew moved closer, towards me , my face wasYes, at groin level. He tapped the sizeable budge, "I think you know what's coming don't you." "Yes, Sir" "Well fucking get round behind that tree" I turned round and saw a large tree a few meters away, I crawled over as ordered ,ad knelt behind it. My view of the park was nw obscured by a bush, and the tree trunk.
Sir Andrew joined me, take that Shirt off, he put out his hand. I took it off and handed it to him, he tucked it into his back pocket. He reached down and grabbed my nipples and twisted both hard. I squealed. "Left means you keep it in your mouth, right means you swallow, ready?" I nodded. He unzipped and pulled out his dick. It slid into my mouth and I waited, he began to twist on the left, so hard To wondered if it was being pulled off. Clock wise, anti clockwise, and the occasional pull out. Finally he began to piss, the twisting continued, it was a struggle to keep the piss in my mouth, suddenly he began to twist the right, his hot piss not slid down my throat, but only for a few seconds, he again twisted the left. My mouth was now so full I began to choke and some piss escaped out of my mouth and even out of my nose. This went on for what seemed like ages, long periods of twisting on the right, followed by only a brief respite as the right nipple was twisted allowing to properly swallow. Eventually my mouth was empty , its contents lying at the bottom my stomach.
"Well, done" Sir Andrew with drew and flicked his dick , a few drops of urine hitting me in the face. "I'll be sure to tell Kyle that you are pretty good at obeying order" He tucked his dick away, turned and left me. I waited a minute or so and started to stand ready to get up, I then realised that Sir Andrew had taken my T-shirt with him .
"Fuck" I was going to have to walk to Master's house shirtless, it was warm but not topless weather and my body was certainly not one that I would her felt comfortable doing so even in the hight of summer. I was getting ready to screw my courage and get up and start the rest of the journey when the two East Europeans appeared.
"Is this yours?" He threw something on the floorYes, my T shirt. "Yes," I replied. "Yes, what?" "I stuttered out a "Yes Sir" realising that now everyman had to now be addressed with a level of respect. "Better" They both approached me, one stood in front the other behind. The one in front kicked the T shirt closer in front of me. I reached to lift it and put it on, when his foot stood on my hand."No." I was pulled into an upright position by the man behind, when the other slapped me hard across the face.
"We understand you are a toilet, Yes? " "Yes Sir . "He unzipped , I opened my mouth ready to take his dick. " No mouth" He pulled back the foreskin and aimed , first at my face, then the chest, back to the face, he paused briefly , I could see his muscle straining to hold it in, when suddenly another stream hit me on the back. "No time to waste" Within seconds two steams of piss were hitting me face, the back of my neck chest , shoulders. Finally they stopped, I heard two zips being pulled up. The man in front of me bent down and picked up my T-shirt now wet, "Ok now you can put it on" I pulled it over my head, it was soon sticking to my torso.
"We need to go, our wives will be wondering where we are." I was alone. I now had to travel home with a wet T shirt, and as I quickly realised wet trousers, front and back.
The rest of the journey to Master's was a zig zag route of back streets, trying to avoid making eye contact with people, even where possible walking downtime middle of the road. Finally I arrived. I knelt down, knocked, lowered my head and waited.
It started to get colder, and the wet clothes were now far from comfortable. I remained in position looking down at the floor. A few hurried footsteps and a barking dog were the only noise I registered. I was startled when I felt a tap on my right shoulder, I turned round, and Sir Michael was standing behind ,me, a tap on the left, and I saw Master. Both looking unimpressed, Master reached over me, and opens the door, he and Sir Michael entered, and the door was shut behind them. I remained in position. It was a few minutes later when Master opened the door
"If you think you are coming indoors like that, think again," "Get those fucking clothes off" "Now" "Still kneeling I took off the t-shirt and shoes , it was a struggle to get the trousers off in a non standing position, but I eventually succeed "Leave them there, and get into the kitchen" I crawled over the threshold and towards the kitchen, Master slammed the door shut.
I entered the kitchen and knelt next to the table. Master soon followed and sat down, he and Sir Michal began eating? "Hungry?" "Yes Master," He ignored my response and carried on eating, mouthful and mouthful, in unison he and Sir Michael then leaned over and spat a mouthful if half chewed food on the floor. "There you go I was starving so ate it almost in one mouthful . I was ignored for the rest of the meal
"So do you like its new look" "Bald and hairless" "Almost, a clean slate , all that hair made it look too much like Pete" "Makes sense but why leave the pubic hair?" "You'll see" They carrie on eating, Master placed the empty plates of the floor, once I had licked them clean , he snapped his fingers"
"Stand' Master and Sir Michael stood either side of me,"Not a bad job" "You need to be punished for sitting down in that barbers chair, yes I k ow you had no real choice but still . Slaves shouldn't sit on furniture" Now explain the piss soaked t shirt"
"Andy wasted no time did he, quite bold for a switch, but god on home on making sure that other men know all about your availability."
He moved his hands over my body, my nipples were still sore. Ok let's sort this out. I yelped in pain as he yanked out some of my pubes. "Shush" more were pulled out, Sir Michael forced two fingers in my mouth, "Don't you Dare bite" Within some five minutes all the remaining public hair was gone.
"Now get showered, Master threw the bottle of Veet I had bought earlier to me, arms outs, crack and balls. I want them hairless. "You can use my shower," turning Sir Michel "I can't be so cruel t make it have a cold shower, not todo anyway ""You have 15 minutes"
I was still damp when I returned downstairs, Master and Sir Michael were in the lounge, both with lit cigars. "Stand up" Master ordered he beckoned me forward. Standing he lifted my left arm, then the right, he rubbed his hands over my legs. "Bend over, and stretch those cheeks." I felt his warm breath on my raw hole as he moved in close to check for any stray hair. "Your turn" Sir Michael was still sitting, clicking his fingers, he pointed to the floor besides him. I walked over. "The groin is smooth, let's see the balls" I yelped as a hair was yanked out. He tapped the tip of t gar into the ashtray, then took a puff, holding my balls tightly he applied the tip to skin I screamed in pain, as he let go.|"Why the fuck ate you standing"
"Sorry Kyle, that was too much to resist but al least those two rouge hairs have gone"
"It has to learn" Master turned to me" Kitchen" I fell to my knees, the heat of the cigar still in my balls sack.
Master soon joined me. "The punishment will have to wait, now go get some sleep" He opened the back door, I started to crawl to the shed. "Not there, that's locked, I want you here Just outside the door" He closed the kitchen door, I tied to work a way of making myself comfortable.