One thing was for sure, I didn't want that thing splitting my ass cheeks. like you really want him, or we hold you down and you feel what it's like to take it up your sweet, little, virgin, hairless ass." "So, here's the deal," Connie continued where Denise had left off. He looked as straight as they came (in two senses, right now) and he could have had any woman he wanted. He thinks you're kind of cute, so he agreed." And we think that Buck is the one to do it. We thought we'd give you a dose of your own medicine. "Perhaps you didn't know it, dear boy," Denise said with mock gentleness, "but Buck is gay. His cock was starting to get angry, and it wasn't aiming in the direction of the girls. There was a delay and some talk that I couldn't overhear, but soon the hood was taken from my eyes.īuck, who is rather big and a classic blond hunk, was standing before me naked. Walking and being touched were very strange experiences when my body was suddenly denuded of its hair. I was taken to the living room and pushed to my knees, my hands still cuffed behind my back. My punishment was only beginning and cooperation would make it a lot easier. They told me to shut up or things would go very badly for me.
It would be very embarrassing to me: I couldn't go to the gym or the pool and dating would have to be "platonic". This was really enough punishment, I thought. Twenty minutes later I was as smooth as a 12 year old girl. It hurt like hell (a fact that they didn't seem to mind), and given the alternative of two angry women with razors around my balls, I decided that it was all right with me. The hair on my balls presented a special problem for the razors, so they plucked them. Every hair from my neck down was gone: from my back, my arms, my chest, my legs, my crotch and even from around my asshole. They didn't stop at my thighs they didn't stop until my neck. Shaving the rest of my body would keep me from going to the pool or gym for months, and this seemed like revenge enough-to me, but not to them I would soon find out. They were doing a thorough job: beginning at the tops of my feet and working up my ankles, calves and thighs. Too soon, I was pulled from the shower, still covered with soap and I felt two razors beginning to strip my body of its abundant hair. I felt my body being soaped all over by four deceptively delicate hands (an altogether pleasurable sensation). They pressed me into the shower and I was almost scalded by steaming hot water. Whatever fear I was feeling didn't interfere with excitement, indeed it seemed to intensify it. I felt my underwear being pulled down and only when my cock slapped against my stomach did I realize how hard I was. They put a hood over my eyes and led me down the hall to the bathroom. The two girls seemed very pleased with themselves their plan had worked so far. They had their friend, Buck, with them to ensure compliance. When I got a chance to look around, I saw it would have been no use anyway. Still, had I known what they had in mind, I would have tried harder. They weren't going to let me escape their revenge. Besides, if I managed to get away now, they would just try again. I don't know how they got in my apartment or what they were going to do, but I knew that the time had finally come.Ĭonnie and Denise would have been no match for me normally-indeed, they were no match when I provoked this bid for revenge-but I was handcuffed now and there was little point in resisting. By the time I was awake enough to realize what was happening and resist, it was too late. Then, one morning, I awoke to find myself being handcuffed. I had no idea what form it would take or when it would come, but I knew one thing: they weren't going to forgive and forget. The longer they waited, the more worried I was. It began to torment me as I wondered when and how. I knew they would get their revenge sometime.