This story is fiction, a figment of my warped imagination. Should the characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person, living or dead, it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly coincidences.

This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex. If it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location, then please don't. If you are offended by acts of homosexuality between consenting and nonconsenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.

The author does not necessarily condon or subscribe to the behaviour discussed in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what the hell they are doing.

Story codes: M/M/Anal/Best/Oral/Bond/NC/Spank/Hum

This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved. Comments to: robolder@excite.com or elder@fetchmail.com

Road to Slavery, Road to Life

By Rob

Chapter 11

Preparation for an outing.

An outing. The Master had just said he thought I should go on an outing, but just exactly what does an outing mean?

Another trip to the kennels?

Another round with those damned dogs?

Or was this going to turn out to be one of those things where being back with the dogs would be infinitely more preferable.

"Wake up Henry", the Master commanded, "time to get the Pussyboy ready for his first outing".

"Yes sir, right away sir", said Henry.

Henry jumped up off the bed and went over to the cupboard again. Opening a bottom door he rolled out a small cart. Some things from an upper cupboard were taken out and placed on the cart. Calling for me to follow, Henry rolled the cart into that big bathroom. The Master followed close behind.

"Well boy, you have way too much body hair", the Master stated. "A good slave should be bald and Henry is going help you to be a good slave by shaving you. All body hair except for your head will be removed. Do you have any problem with that?" he asked, giving me that cold stare.

"No Master", I replied. Well what the hell else could I say, it was going to come off whether I liked it or not and I certainly did not. If I complained he would probably punish me so best to go along with whatever he wanted.

But why remove my body hair? That didn't make much sense. Then I remembered that William had no body hair. Was William a slave?

Henry, on the other hand, who always differed to the Master, was one big bear of a man. He had more hair than your average dog, well a slight exageration but he was very hairy. So what was the real reason for the hair removal. Probably just to cause me more humiliation, the Master seemed to just love humiliating me.

"Just as good boy, because it is coming off anyway". With that he turned to Henry and said, "do it Henry and let me know when you have him ready to go. Dress him in outfit number two with harness set number 4".

"Yes sir," Henry replied.

The Master then turned and called to William, who had been strangely quiet and out of sight during this little part of the game. William followed and they both left the room.

Henry wheeled the cart over to the shower. "Get yourself in Pussyboy and get wet".

I did as ordered and stood there under the hot water, just enjoying. When I was good and wet Henry had me move out from under the spray and turn to face him. He picked up a shaving cup and brush from the cart, dipped the brush into the cup and swished it around. He brought it out and started applying shaving cream to my entire chest.

Now I did not have a lot of chest hair, but was very proud of the little I had. It was a real blow to my male pride to have that hair taken away. However I just closed my eyes and tried not to think about it. But of course that was impossible. The feel of the safety razor scraping across my chest began to feel very erotic and I could feel my dick begining to harden.

Shit, Henry had said one of the goals of the training program was to find out what turned me on. Well it looked like Henry had something else to add to his little report, at least I presumed he had to make a report.

Henry worked fairly quickly. In no time at all he had my entire chest denuded. Then Henry began on my right underarm.

"Ah Henry, do you really have to remove that". I whined.

"You heard the Master, all hair except for your head. Don't know why you are complaining. From the looks of your dick you are really enjoying this". he said with a smile.

Ya right, I am really enjoying this, I thought. But damn it to hell, he was right. I was enjoying it. I didn't really want it and it was humiliating to have another man shaving me completely without my ok, but at the same time it was one hell of a turn on.

In just a few minutes both arm pits were completely nude. It felt strange to have the cool air in the shower pushing against my denuded pits.

Next to go was that beautiful upside down triangle of hair that started just above my navel and branched out to the sides as it passed over my button, down and across the pubic bone wrapping around my dick. Although my dick was bouncing and throbbing like crazy from the erotic feelings of being denuded, a small tear dropped from my eye at the loss of my manly hair.

When he was finished with that he said, "Lift your dick up and hold it against your abs and don't play with it. The Master will be very angry if you do and even angrier if you were to cum without permission."

I grabbed hold of my shaft and pulled it up tight against my abs. I held it there, but it was difficult not to at least gently rub it. But I knew the consequences of making the Master angry so just held it tight against my abdomen and gritted my teeth.