get in the mindset for this weekend.
I spent the next forty minutes in agony as he stripped me entirely of body hair in a meticulous and efficient fashion. I looked like a lobster when he'd finished. My entire body hummed with residual pain and heat.
“I want you in the mud bath next,” he said.
I looked at him, rubbing my bare chest to try to ease some of the discomfort. “Do you think that's really necessary?”
“Yes. I know James and I know he likes his boys soft as butter. He's paying for this, right?”
I nodded.
“Then what's the problem?”
I shrugged. “I don't know. I feel like a girl.”
He laughed. It was a loud, shouting laugh, like he'd just heard the most ridiculous thing ever. “Honey, this ain't nothing. You're gonna feel like a girl when James is finished with you. A quivering, blushing, fucking violet!” He continued laughing as he left to prepare my mud bath.
And I knew he was right.
At home that evening, I looked at myself in the mirror, touching the smooth skin of my groin and chest. It did feel like butter and it looked good too. Trust Budgie to prepare me right. If this weekend went well, I'd have to drop off some cookies or something to thank him. Or else let him blow me.
Of course, just looking at my smooth-as-a-seal body and imagining the coming weekend had my dick up at attention again.
I couldn't get Sebastian out of my head. Or James for that matter. They haunted my imagination during the day, and my dreams at night. I experienced a brief moment of panic when I woke to wet sheets in the early morning hours on Thursday and realized I'd had my first wet dream in about five years.
What if James found out? I hadn't meant to. It was an entirely spontaneous and unconscious event. I felt mildly disappointed, as I'd planned to be a good boy and follow his instructions perfectly. But I couldn't do anything about it and he'd never know, so I didn't worry too much. I just prayed that I could maintain control for the rest of the week.
I needn't have worried at all. I woke up Friday morning with a massive, painful erection and an unparalleled enthusiasm for my weekend.
When I checked my email a frantic message from Sebastian awaited me.
Hi Tate,
You have to help me! I tried to get rid of all my body hair like James wants but it was a disaster. I look like a Chia Pet with mange. If I show up like this tonight he is not going to be impressed! And, believe me, I am set on impressing him.
Please, can you help??? I don’t know what to do…
Sebastian
I picked up the phone right away and called the salon. I explained the situation and asked if Budgie could fit Sebastian in for the same thing I’d had yesterday. The receptionist got him to talk to me. He moaned a bit about high expectations and the price of an emergency appointment, but told me to get him to come in for ten.
I emailed Sebastian back.
Sebastian,
Calm down. I’ve taken care of it. They are expecting you at Salon La Vida (123 Carlson) at ten o’clock sharp. Budgie will look after you. He’s a bit of a sadist but you might as well get used to it. By noon you’ll be smooth as a statue. Just do what Budgie says, but don’t let him touch your cock. He’ll have you off in ten seconds if you let him. I assume you’re under the same prohibition as me and we wouldn’t want to disappoint James.
Good luck and I’ll see you tonight :)
Tate
I went to work, comforted by the thought that Sebastian would have to go through the same horrible experience at the salon that I had. I hoped Budgie would keep his hands off him, except to do what he had to. Anyone would be tempted by Sebastian's youth, looks, and naiveté. Hopefully, the fact that James had essentially claimed him for this weekend would keep Budgie in line.
When I got home from work I fulfilled James' requirements vis-à-vis a thorough bowel cleansing. By the time I'd finished and was ready for my shower my phone rang. It was Budgie.
“Hey, Budgie. How did it go
I spent the next forty minutes in agony as he stripped me entirely of body hair in a meticulous and efficient fashion. I looked like a lobster when he'd finished. My entire body hummed with residual pain and heat.
“I want you in the mud bath next,” he said.
I looked at him, rubbing my bare chest to try to ease some of the discomfort. “Do you think that's really necessary?”
“Yes. I know James and I know he likes his boys soft as butter. He's paying for this, right?”
I nodded.
“Then what's the problem?”
I shrugged. “I don't know. I feel like a girl.”
He laughed. It was a loud, shouting laugh, like he'd just heard the most ridiculous thing ever. “Honey, this ain't nothing. You're gonna feel like a girl when James is finished with you. A quivering, blushing, fucking violet!” He continued laughing as he left to prepare my mud bath.
And I knew he was right.
At home that evening, I looked at myself in the mirror, touching the smooth skin of my groin and chest. It did feel like butter and it looked good too. Trust Budgie to prepare me right. If this weekend went well, I'd have to drop off some cookies or something to thank him. Or else let him blow me.
Of course, just looking at my smooth-as-a-seal body and imagining the coming weekend had my dick up at attention again.
I couldn't get Sebastian out of my head. Or James for that matter. They haunted my imagination during the day, and my dreams at night. I experienced a brief moment of panic when I woke to wet sheets in the early morning hours on Thursday and realized I'd had my first wet dream in about five years.
What if James found out? I hadn't meant to. It was an entirely spontaneous and unconscious event. I felt mildly disappointed, as I'd planned to be a good boy and follow his instructions perfectly. But I couldn't do anything about it and he'd never know, so I didn't worry too much. I just prayed that I could maintain control for the rest of the week.
I needn't have worried at all. I woke up Friday morning with a massive, painful erection and an unparalleled enthusiasm for my weekend.
When I checked my email a frantic message from Sebastian awaited me.
Hi Tate,
You have to help me! I tried to get rid of all my body hair like James wants but it was a disaster. I look like a Chia Pet with mange. If I show up like this tonight he is not going to be impressed! And, believe me, I am set on impressing him.
Please, can you help??? I don’t know what to do…
Sebastian
I picked up the phone right away and called the salon. I explained the situation and asked if Budgie could fit Sebastian in for the same thing I’d had yesterday. The receptionist got him to talk to me. He moaned a bit about high expectations and the price of an emergency appointment, but told me to get him to come in for ten.
I emailed Sebastian back.
Sebastian,
Calm down. I’ve taken care of it. They are expecting you at Salon La Vida (123 Carlson) at ten o’clock sharp. Budgie will look after you. He’s a bit of a sadist but you might as well get used to it. By noon you’ll be smooth as a statue. Just do what Budgie says, but don’t let him touch your cock. He’ll have you off in ten seconds if you let him. I assume you’re under the same prohibition as me and we wouldn’t want to disappoint James.
Good luck and I’ll see you tonight :)
Tate
I went to work, comforted by the thought that Sebastian would have to go through the same horrible experience at the salon that I had. I hoped Budgie would keep his hands off him, except to do what he had to. Anyone would be tempted by Sebastian's youth, looks, and naiveté. Hopefully, the fact that James had essentially claimed him for this weekend would keep Budgie in line.
When I got home from work I fulfilled James' requirements vis-à-vis a thorough bowel cleansing. By the time I'd finished and was ready for my shower my phone rang. It was Budgie.
“Hey, Budgie. How did it go