Seekers

Chapter 9 - Jeff makes a decision

The next week was busy, but Paul was never far from Jeff's thoughts. Nor was the chastity belt. It sat on the dressing table in his bedroom, accusing and challenging him every time he saw it. He was disappointed that Paul didn't show for either their dance workout or at the gym, but, at least it gave him the time to consider carefully his feelings about the guy.

The note had been a bit cryptic, but it hinted that Paul himself wasn't quite ready to take things any further at present. The memory of the kisses lingered, and felt right. The bed felt empty though, and he longed to feel the warmth of his friend's body pressed to his in their 'spooning' sleep of the previous Saturday. Damn, he wanted it again, even if he had to wear that damned chastity belt again to experience it. The thought of wearing the belt and having Paul holding him tight, his own belt pressed against his butt, made his member stiffen. Unconsciously, he adjusted his crotch again, his hand lingering as he savoured the feeling of his hand groping his swollen organ. He made a decision, booted his laptop, and did a quick Google.

Finding what he was looking for, he smiled, noted the address and then did a further search. It was time to face his own truth. Then, perhaps, he could face Paul.  

"You're absolutely sure about this?" The big leather clad man studied Jeff, his expression serious. "You want the permanent hair removal everywhere?"

"Except my head." Jeff laughed nervously. "I'd like to keep that for now."

The man nodded. "OK. Depending on how much body hair you've got, you may need a few treatments to get complete suppression, and it will mean wearing our treatment suit for three hours at a time while the treatment works. As you want to keep your hair on your head, you'll need to wear a protective hood as well. Are you OK with that?"

Jeff swallowed and grinned. "Yes, no problem there."

The man straightened up and beckoned. "OK, come this way and we'll start your first treatment."

Jeff squirmed in the all enclosing suit. It was thin, but very tough, rubber, and now it was inflating as the treatment fluid was inserted through five hose connections. His head was tightly encased in a rubber hood that covered his mouth and left only his eyes and nose exposed, the neck sealing tight around his throat. He watched as the man operated several valves and the suit stopped inflating.

Disconnecting the hoses the man grinned. "Feels good, doesn't it? Everyone gets a massive boner from the sensation, but it's impossible to bring yourself off." He checked the neck seal of the suit and nodded. "OK, now you need to move about and make sure the fluid circulates as much as possible."

Jeff wondered how, the suit had inflated to the point he could not manipulate his arms properly, and he certainly had a massive boner, but, as the guy had said, there was no way he could touch it.

"Yeah, movement is a bit restricted, so we have a special bit of equipment to put you in so you can do it without strain." He indicated a door. "Come this way and I'll set you up."

Clumsily Jeff followed and submitted to being secured by the neck, waist, wrists and ankles to a strange set of what looked like upright stocks.

"Right, off you go. Just relax and let the machine move your legs and arms. It will do walking, squats and stretches for an hour. That gets things properly going, then I'll take you out of it and you can relax until the session is over." He grinned. "You'll be hairless when we finish the flush process and the next couple of sessions are mainly to suppress any surviving hair follicles." He touched the switch. "Have fun. See you later."

Jeff tried to relax, helped by the steady slow rhythm of the machine, but the movement of the thickening fluid inside the suit on his sensitive 'head' coupled with his complete helplessness made his arousal intense. It wasn't much better when, after an hour, he was released and allowed to lounge on a special couch. Worse, he had nothing to do or distract himself, except relish the sensations and worry about whether Paul would find him attractive.

"Time to get you out of that." The big man was back, grinning.

With a start, Jeff realised he could barely move. The suit seemed to have stiffened, the fluid inside it almost solidified.

The man laughed. "Don't worry." He lifted Jeff effortlessly and stood him in the middle of the room. "Now I'll insert the release agent, then we can get you out of that. Still feeling good?"

Jeff nodded, his eyes following the man as he connected a new set of hoses.

"OK, a few minutes and we'll have you ready to come out of the suit." He grinned. "The gel will have taken care of your hair." He operated the valve and the suit inflated slightly. "There, we can get that suit off now.” He disconnected the hoses again, and opened drains in the feet of the suit, allowing the liquid to drain into a grid in the floor. “Once we have you out of there, you can get a shower. I’ll give you the neutralising gel.”

Next he began to carefully stretch the neck seal of the suit and finally to ease it off Jeff's arms and torso. Finally, Jeff stood naked and surveyed himself in a full length mirror, his head still covered by the tight hood. His skin tingled and his pubic area was slightly reddened, but his body was hairless.

Handing him a flask of gel, the man said, "Through there and take a shower. Work this gel over everywhere, especially your crotch and crack, and keep the hood on until you're finished." He grinned. "Sometimes the water acts as a conveyor and the depilation agent can get into the hairline."

Back in his flat, Jeff poured a drink for himself, then wandered out onto the terrace. He'd made a start, now it remained to be seen whether Paul found it attractive. He looked down. The soft touch of the air against his hairless crotch felt good, almost a caress on his cock and balls and it seemed to breathe through his butt crack, teasing the sphincter. Coach had fucked him there a number of times and he still had mixed memories of it. On the one hand, he'd found it massively exciting to be tied over the vaulting horse and penetrated, but on the other, it had hurt. And, somehow the relationship with Coach had not been quite the same.

He tossed the drink back and walked to the bedroom. The chastity belt caught his eye. OK, he thought, I've taken one step, I might as well go the rest of the way. He picked up the heavy belt and very carefully fitted himself into it. Then he set up his camera on it's tripod, positioned it carefully and set it for remote operation.

Taking up a position, he posed carefully, and operated the remote. He made a quick check of the shot, moved the camera back a bit, posed again, and took several more shots, each pose slightly different until he had a picture he liked. Then he took the camera to the computer, downloaded the pictures, selected the one he liked, cropped and adjusted it and sent it to his printer. 

When the picture was dry he took a pen and inscribed it, 'I love you'. An envelop followed, addressed to Paul. He fixed the stamp and sealed the picture inside. After a moment's thought, he grinned. Standing up, he dressed carefully, aware the chastity belt made a pronounced bulge at his crotch and pulled the seam into his butt nicely. Grinning, he grabbed the envelop and his keys and headed out. Ten minutes and a tube ride later, he was walking along the busy main street and enjoying the buzz it gave to be out in public, aware of what lay beneath his clothes and the attention it was getting from some of the men he passed. He posted the envelop and retraced his steps.

Still in the chastity belt he sank into his bed. He wondered how Paul would respond. He knew what he wanted, but, did Paul want the same?