Dude to slave Part 3

Author: jackbootlad
Title: Dude to slave Part 3
Date: 11 August 2010

Al crossed the room to a cupboard on the other side and pulled out a pair of ankle cuffs and wrist restraints. He threw them across the floor at Josh' feet. 'Put those on' he ordered. Josh knelt down, picked up an ankle cuff and strapped it round his left ankle pulling the buckle across the black leather. He repeated the procedure for the right foot. The he squatted down and leaning his wrist on his leg, he strapped both the wrist restraints on. The cuffs and restraints all had D rings attached but he wasn't sure why having never worn or used these things before. He returned to his original pose, his cock still dripping. Al came up to him and let the tip of his cock touch his black leather finger on his right hand so that the cum gently seeped onto the glove. He then lifted his hand to Josh's mouth.

'Lick it'. Josh hesitated. He had never tasted his own cum before but the blood was pumping through his body and he knew that Al's foreplay was controlling him absolutely. His tongue emerged from his mouth and he licked the cum off Al's glove.

'Good boy' Al said. 'Now, my next requirement is to shave your pretty little head and get rid of that lovely hair you look after so much'. Josh looked up and said 'Fuck off, mate! You ain't touching that.'

''Look at your cock, boy' growled Al and Josh obeyed. 'Look at yourself, lad' he went on. 'You're standing in the living room of a house belonging to somebody you don't know. You're fucking naked and you've cuffed yourself. Your cock is telling me that you are well and truly up for this and I'm gonna make sure that I listen to your cock and not your mouth. You think you are in control here but I know what you want deep down, boy. I can see it in your eyes and by your cock. Answer me this: would you like to rip open my codpiece and suck my cock?'

'Yes, please' Josh replied.

'Would you like to kneel down and lick my boots?'

'Yes, sir' said Josh.

'Then I know you want to be my slave and my slaves must be shaven. Do you understand?'

'Yes, sir' muttered Josh.

'Right, then kneel down and let's get to work' and Josh found himself obeying the order.

Al worked the clippers like a pro. Josh could feel them working systematically over his head and could see his hair falling all round him. He had a good shaped head - perfectly round and plenty of hair. He would look good with a total shave. Every so often, he would feel Al's gloved hand brush off excess hair from the top of his head. Eventually, the clipper stopped. Al told him to stay kneeling and left the room.

He returned with a bowl of water, shaving gel and a razor. He took off his leather gloves and replaced them with a pair of black rubber gloves. He then took a cloth, dipped it into the water and moistened Josh's head before squirting on the shaving gel and rubbing it up into a lather. Then, very methodically, he got to work removing the finer hair, systematically working his way round the head and round the ears. Eventually, the shave was over. He took hold of a towel and dried off the excess gel. Then he squirted some Johnson's baby oil on to the top of Josh' head and rubbed it in.

'This is to make your head shiny' he said, laughing. 'If you feel a bit humiliated, then good. You'll get used to that feeling once you are fully in service and, eventually, lad, you will want to be constantly humiliated'.

He walked over to the light switch and turned the central lights of the room on. Along one wall was a huge mirror resting on the floor. Al took hold of Josh's arm and marched him over to the mirror.

'Take a look at yourself, lad' he said.

Josh looked up and muttered 'fuck' when he saw himself. His body was framed by the cuffs and restraints and his head was smooth and shiny. He should have been upset but he already knew from the jump in his cock that there was no point in pretending to be upset. Al had got him right: having his cock on display was all the information needed for communication. Josh realised that he would never be able to hide his feelings from Al unless he could control his rod and, as a twenty year old lad, the chances of that happening any time soon were pretty slim...

End of partt 3