By lostouteast

The clippers buzzed as they came to life. The sound seemed to trigger a new spirit of resistance in Jimmy, who thrashed with new vigor while a garbled tirade spewed from his mouth along with a fresh batch of drool. It was minimal movement, to be sure, but just enough to annoy John, who clicked the power switch loudly, as if silencing the clippers to make a point.

“You keep this bitching and moaning up, and I swear, I’ll take your damn eyebrows, too.”

Venom poured out of Jimmy’s eyes, but he knew that John had won this battle. The very concrete threat to remove Jimmy’s eyebrows was enough to motivate him to comply with whatever designs John had for his head.

“Better.”

The hum of the clippers barely had time to fill the room before Jimmy heard the crackle of his jet black hair being obliterated. He had always kept his hair relatively short, but had his suspicions that what was happening to his head was something on an entirely different magnitude altogether. Jimmy found himself following John as best he could with his eyes, hoping in vain that his indignant face would somehow motivate John to stop whatever game he was playing. John’s methodical passing of the clippers and each tuft of falling hair dashed those hopes, one swipe at a time. At some point, John replaced the spacer on the clippers and continued, perversely blowing “Whistle While You Work” from between his lips. By that point, Jimmy had stopped trying to make eye contact.

“Awww. Don’t look so glum. I think it suits you.”

John was again visible and holding something long and rectangular. When he flipped the full length mirror around, the tight gag became redundant in an instant; Jimmy was speechless. All that remained of his carefully sculpted bedhead was a 3-inch wide strip of hair that rose no more than a third of an inch above his skull. The rest of the hair on his head had been reduced to stubble. Jimmy’s horrified expression and his rock hard cock were at odds. As the waves of shock subsided in Jimmy’s mind, he heard the familiar clicking sound of a shaken aerosol can.

“Oh we aren’t even close to being done yet…”

Jimmy felt a cold foam-like substance being rubbed all over his arms and legs. He twitched reflexively as the same substance was applied to his cock and balls and in the crack of his ass. He felt something dragged against his skin repetitively, and instinctively knew that the hair on his head was the first, but not the last to go. Jimmy’s protests grew more and more feeble as John ignored his grunts and the restraints ignored his attempts to free himself from them. He was particularly still when John took a moment to remind him that any movement his cock and balls were shaved could result in loss of more than hair. John left Jimmy’s ass for last, taking particular delight in pulling jimmy’s ass cheeks apart to remove the last vestiges of hair in Jimmy’s most private region.

Meanwhile, Jimmy had never felt more humiliated in his life. At the same time, he couldn’t will the throbbing meat between his legs to subside for some reason. Something about the way his newly shaved muscles glistened after John wiped him down and how the lack of hair around his junk perversely accentuated his hard-on made him incredibly aroused.

After wiping the last remnants of shaving cream from Jimmy’s cock and balls, now made extra sensitive without the layer of hair to shield it from John’s touch, John stood behind Jimmy, gripping Jimmy’s posture collared throat with one hand and resting his chin in the crook of Jimmy’s neck. John’s gaze found Jimmy’s eyes in the mirror.

“Looking good buddy…”

John’s bulge explored the valley between Jimmy’s bubble butt cheeks while John’s other hand firmly gripped Jimmy’s meat.

“You know what they say, boy… a hard cock never lies…”

The cocktail of emotions in Jimmy’s mind was overwhelming. There was the fading hope that this was all some elaborate joke, and crippling fear and suspicion that it wasn’t. Jimmy’s new appearance shocked him, and yet something about how subversive it looked exhilarated him. He felt an indignant rage towards John for everything that had happened thus far, but without even realizing it, he had begun to reciprocate the pressure from John’s codpiece on his ass. John silently noted this as one of many encouraging signs as he strode back into Jimmy’s view and set the mirror aside.

“I think we’ve had enough vanity for today; as my slave, that’s not a quality you’re allowed anymore.”

John ran his hand through the strip of hair on Jimmy’s head.

“Now that look how I want you to look, we are going to work on how I want you to act. You’re going to learn a lot of lessons this week. The first of these is respect.”

John turned back to his wall of instruments, and returned holding a box with several dials on it. Jimmy could something flexible being wrapped around the root and head of his rigid member and what felt like small AED pads being attached to his balls.

“I’m going to remove the gag. You are not to speak.”

Jimmy’s jaws almost resisted the exit of the gag. His jaw was so sore, he wasn’t sure that would ever be able to regain full motion of his mouth again, but it didn’t stop him from trying.

“Come on John, stop fucking ar- AAAAAAAAAAGH!”

Jimmy felt what could only be described as a kick in the nuts coupled with unfathomable pain radiating from the inside of his cock. The jolt of electricity caused Jimmy’s feet to practically fly off the ground, still spaced a meter apart by the spreader bar attached to his ankles. Jimmy’s ears rang as his breath, ragged and shallow filled the silence that his scream left behind.

“Slow learner, eh?”

Two padlocks materialized in John’s hands, which were quickly used to attach the ends of the spreader bar to the floor, completing Jimmy’s immobilization.

“You’ll learn soon enough that I like to keep my slaves quiet. When you aren’t gagged — which won’t be very often at all — I expect complete silence unless I indicate otherwise.”

“Please John… let me g- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH”

The restraints rattled as Jimmy’s body strained against them. Jimmy’s vision narrowed as he resisted passing out from the pain that seemed to radiate from his balls to his fingertips. John held a small remote up beside Jimmy’s head as he brought his face to rest mere centimeters in front of Jimmy’s.

“I’m a patient man, boy. I can do this all night. So unless you want me to fry those little nuts of yours, I suggest you hear me out.”

Knowing better than to vocalize his begrudging consent, Jimmy made do with a pathetic attempt to nod into his posture collar.

“Good. It seems you might be teachable after all.”

John stepped back, the full 6’6” frame of his body becoming visible again.

“If I ask or demand that you speak, the first and last word to leave your mouth will be either ‘Sir’ or ‘Master.’ Is that clear?”

Jimmy’s pride caused him to hesitate just a bit too long in his reply, prompting another longer shock to pulse through his cock and balls. Through gritted teeth, he practically screamed, “YES, SIR.”

John’s thumb remained firmly pressed into the remote button.

“First and last word, boy.”

“NNNNNNGGGGGGAHHHHH SIR, YES, SIR!”

Jimmy slumped, defeated, in his restraints as the agony subsided. Being from the North, Jimmy had never called anyone “Sir” before in his life, and was a bit disgusted that he had given in so easily.

“You’re going to learn, boy. And the sooner you learn, the sooner this becomes a lot more fun.”

Jimmy felt his right hand being manipulated into what felt like a tight fitting leather bag. Once the leather strap of the mitt was pulled snug, Jimmy could no longer uncurl his fist. His left hand met with a similar fate. The click of a carabiner secured the posture collar around Jimmy’s neck to a chain that John released from above Jimmy’s head. The tension was enough to ensure that Jimmy would remain on his feet. John’s voice snaked into Jimmy’s right ear.

“I’m going to release the tension on the steel cables holding your arms up now, boy. Once they are by your side, you are to put your hands behind your back like you’re being arrested. Don’t forget that I still have this.”

A quick zap ensured that Jimmy got the message loud and clear. As the steel cables began to loosen, Jimmy’s arms slowly descended to his sides. He briefly considered refusing the orders he was just given, but, with the memory of the shock to his jewels still fresh and his hands encased in padded leather, he decided against it. Jimmy felt something sliding up his arms, encapsulating both of them. Two straps were threaded through Jimmy’s armpits, securing the loose leather sleeve that had consumed everything below Jimmy’s shoulders to his torso. Jimmy could feel the sleeve tighten slowly as John pulled on the lacing that zippered down the cruel unyielding leather. With every tug, Jimmy’s arms drew towards one another and his chest pushed forward. John freed the posture collar from the ceiling chain, and with a jerk, lifted the bottom of the leather cone that contained Jimmy’s arms towards the same chain. Jimmy suddenly found himself looking at the floor, his ass in the air.

“I’m going to leave you here now. How long I leave you here is entirely up to you. This position might seem bearable now, but you’ll feel it soon enough. The only words that will get out of this position are, ‘Sir, please let this boy suck your cock, Sir.’ I hear any other words, and you’ll feel this.”

Another jolt of electricity surged through Jimmy’s balls. He wasn’t sure if the yell that flew out of his mouth was due to the shock or the sudden strain his shoulders felt when he struggled.

“Oh, and I have another little gift to speed up the process.”

Jimmy saw John’s arm reach across his restricted field of vision and the glint of metal. He inhaled sharply as he felt something clamp his right nipple. He barely had time to process the pain before his left nipple was assaulted in the same fashion. John took a step back to admire his work: a naked, toned boy, hairless apart from his eyebrows and a short Mohawk, legs spread, and arms pulled upwards in an unforgiving strappado position. Not to mention the clover clamps that dangled from the boy’s increasingly sore nipples, the posture collar that forced the boy to look at the concrete floor and the bands and pads on the boy’s junk that ensured complete, if reluctant, obedience.

“Hmmm… Something is missing…”

John hooked two small weights, deceptively heavy for their size, onto the chain connecting the nipple clamps, causing them to bite harder into the boy’s tortured nipples.

“There… perfect…”

With a malicious chuckle and a gentle push on the weights, John turned to the baby monitor sitting on a nearby table and flicked the switch before reaching for the pull string for the only light in the basement dungeon.

“See ya later boy. If you need me, you know how to get me back down here.”

Darkness, the creak of a door, the click of a lock, then…silence.

 

To be continued …

 

Metal would like to thank lostouteast for this story. You can find him on Recon.