An ode to a former friendship

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I do apologise for taking so long to present something to you, but work and life really got in the way, particularly work, and it through me off my game. But living through yet another lockdown, obviously does wonders for me. I know a lot of you have asked repeatedly for the next chapter to my last story, have no fear it is on the way, this story just jumped the queue unexpectantly. So, I hope it can tied you over while I work on my chapter for my other story.

How It All Began

Mick grabbed me around the shoulders, and my heart did a backflip, “she’s got the hots for you, buddy,” he growled in my ear as he pulled me into a hug.

“Fuck off,” I retorted as I shrugged his arm off my shoulders and wondered, not for the first time, why Mick always had this effect on me as I turned back to my drink; it’s not like I’m gay or anything, and besides I like girls, and I’ve fucked my fair share of them.

“Oh, come on,” Mick needled, “no need to get sore,” Mick finished up as I turned back to my drink sitting on the raised table. I leaned on the table, cupping my glass; in fact, the table was the only thing holding me up, if I was being honest.

I know women were only interested in me when I was around Mick because they all assumed that that was the quickest way to get into Mick’s pants, while the truth couldn’t be further from the truth. Mick just chose to fuck any girl he wanted, and not just because he was stealing them from me, but I’m sure that was an added bonus for him.

Being hugged by Mick is like hugging a concrete bear; his pecs and abs are rock hard, while his biceps are so large, I can’t get my two hands around them. I know, I’ve tried, one time when we were both so drunk, we eventually passed out at one of our places, when we eventually came to, he bet me that I couldn’t get my two hands around his bicep. Fuck, I hated it because he was right, and for some strange reason, I felt my cock begin to stiffen, then too. I had to look away so he couldn’t see me blush, but I needn’t have bothered because we both fell into a drunken stupor shortly after that.

Mick and I have been friends since forever, well, at least since High School. We both started in the same form in First form, we had some subjects together from Homeroom on a Wednesday, through woodwork, to P.E. It was in P.E. that I got my first look at Mick naked, while most of us in the changeroom looked like the prepubescent little boys that we were, me more than most, Mick was already sporting the biggest bush of pubic hair any of us had ever seen. He had the cock and the low hanging balls to go with it, mind, but none of us could get over his pubic bush; it looked as though someone had stuck a large wad of steel wool to his pubes or something. Added to that, he had the largest bubble butt that we had ever seen, and we teased him relentlessly for both through the six years we spent in High School.

In spite of all the teasing, Mick and I became friends; mind you, we looked like a bear and ‘Little Weed’ when we stood next to each other, which became his nickname for me, by the way. The ‘Weed’ part, that is, and it’s stuck ever since Mick saw an episode of the T.V. show ‘Bill and Ben The Flower Pot Men’. Like all friends, we spent time at each other’s places; we slept over; we went on holidays together. Mick was into the gym, running, and all the other athletic stuff he could find while I just went along to watch and to have him razz me afterwards.

This is one reason why we found ourselves in the Pub tonight; as usual, Mick loves to dance, but I have three left feet and struggle to even stand upright on the dancefloor, so we go to the Pub, from time to time instead. I wanted another drink, but Mick had training in the morning and wanted to leave, and I was trying to get him to have just one more drink. Mind you, I was so drunk I probably couldn’t even walk to the bar to order a drink, let alone having a hope in hell of getting said drink back to our table still in the glass. But still, I insisted and let go of the table to try and make my way between the tables in front of me, where I promptly fell over the patrons sitting at the tables. When, in exasperation, and much to the other patrons’ amusement, Mick picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and muscled his way out of the Pub, with me yelling and screaming at him to put me down. To him, just continuing to muscle his way out the door, with the laughter of everyone in the Pub following us out the door. When he eventually put me down, I was bright red partly from embarrassment from being hauled out of the Pub in such fashion and partly because I’d got an instant erection the minute my feet left the floor. The feel of his ham hock size hands around my very skinny legs, particularly as his hands slid up my thighs a little when he picked me up, till they were cupping what there was of my almost non-existent arse. ‘What the fuck was wrong with me’ I wondered, and not for the first time tonight.

Mick poured me into the front seat of his car and drove us home. We live in the same block of units, on the same level, just on opposite sides of the building, so the interior of our units are almost a mirror of each other. Mick is a Personal Trainer and runs his own business and part-owns a gym, while I work in an office in the City, and as we are such good friends, we both have a key to the others unit, and we’re in and out of each other’s places all the time. And just because we’ve always done it since we were kids, we still sleepover at each other’s places from time to time, the only real difference is the sizes of our beds; while I have a queen-size bed, Mick’s is a super king-size bed. Because I was so drunk, Mick took me to his place tonight, stripped me naked, and deposited me on the bed; we’re so used to seeing each other naked that we don’t give it a second thought now. So, if needs be, we don’t have any qualms about getting each naked and chucking the other one into our respective beds to sleep something off.

So, I woke up in the morning with an absolute massive headache and my mouth feeling as though I’d spent the night licking a tray of kitty litter that the cat had just finished using and found myself in Mick’s bed. With Mick cuddling me in a bear hug, and I could feel the soft puffs of his breath on the back of my neck. But I suddenly had the urge to piss and vomit, and not necessarily in that order, so I thought I’d very gently extracted myself from Mick’s embrace without waking him up. Still, I now felt so intensely that I thought my bladder would burst with an extreme sense of urgency. Having gotten out of Mick’s embrace without disturbing him too much, well, I felt so at least; I crawled for what seemed like miles to get to the edge of the bed. When I eventually made the edge of the bed, I tried to manoeuvre myself to a sitting position on the side of the bed to stand up. Instead, I fell out of the bed, landing in a very noisy pile on the floor; and as I was already on the floor. I crawled into the bathroom and into the shower stall, where I puked and pissed at the same time. I decided when I’d finished; I’d have a shower as I figured that that was the easiest way to clean up both myself and the bottom of the shower stall at the same time. Naturally, I couldn’t stand up, so I sat in the bottom of the shower stall and washed myself and the bottom of the stall.

As I was still unable to keep my legs under me, I crawled back to bed and congratulated myself on how quiet I had been and not disturbing Mick at all as I laid back down on the bed. I had just laid back down and sort of got comfortable when I felt Mick reach for me in his sleep, and he pulled me back into the bear hug, so once again, I could feel the soft puffs of his breath on the back of my neck. But this time, to my surprise, I could feel what I can only assume was Mick’s cock poking me in the arse, and in fact, it was slightly pushing my arse cheeks apart. To this day, I don’t know why the fuck I did it; I’m blaming the alcohol, or what was left of it in my system anyway, but I very surreptitiously moved my hips back slightly until I could feel the head of Mick’s cock well and truly buried in the cleft of my arse. Again, congratulating myself for being extraordinarily subtle and not disturbing Mick in the slightest, I drifted off to sleep with the new sensation of Mick’s cock head parting my arse cheeks.

The next thing I know is I’m waking up screaming my lungs out as it felt as though something was trying to rip my anus apart. “What the fuck…” was all I got out as I felt Mick’s grip on me tighten, so much so that I could barely breathe.

“Fuck, buddy,” Mick growled in my ear, “I didn’t know you were into this at all. Fuck, what’ve I been missing out on all these years, but don’t you worry,” he continued as I tried valiantly to get away from him. While I screamed at the top of my lungs when I finally could draw a breath, that is. “I think we’re going to be doing this a lot from now on, fuck, but you’re really tight, buddy. In fact, you’re so fuckin’ tight; I can barely get my cock up your arse….” All the while, I’m trying to push my pelvis away from his; while I continued screaming my lungs out, I had even bent my legs to try to push off of his thighs. But Mick was having none of that as he slid one hand down to my lower abdomen to hold me in place. “Fuck, me, buddy,” Mick said, “I can’t remember the last time I’ve ever felt anyone’s hole as tight as this; it’s almost like…” with that, he froze in place. “Fuck, buddy, are you a virgin?” he laughed incredulously. “Am I the first cock you’ve ever had up your arse?”

“Yes,” I screamed in reply, “and it fuckin’ hurts,” I screamed. “Take it out,” I screamed, “you fuckin’ poofter….”

“Hey,” he growled, “I’m not the one who pushed my cock between your arse cheeks, you fuckwit,” he almost roared at me, as one of his hands let me go for a second to cuff me around the head. “So, shut the fuck up and just take it. There,” he said as I thought I felt my anus close up just a smidge, “now I’ve got the head of my cock inside your arse.”

‘Thank god,’ I thought until Mick uttered the next bit.

“Now for the rest of my cock,” he said as I screamed again because I know just how long his fuckin’ cock is; it has to be almost a foot and a half long and thick. I’d never be able to take all that up my arse. Mick used the arm I was lying on to cover my mouth with and shut me up. “Get used to it, buddy, ‘cause you and I are going to be doing this a lot from now on, and I do mean a fuckin’ lot,” he said as he proceeded to push his huge cock deep inside my arse. “Relax, buddy, and this’ll be all over soon,” he growled, as I could feel his very kinky pubic hair scratching my arse cheeks.

“There you go, buddy; it’s all in. So, what’d ya think? Does it feel great or what? ‘Cause I’ve never felt anything so tight around my cock in a long time, and I’ve got to tell you, mate, it feels fuckin’ fantastic.” Then, without waiting for a reply, he pulled his cock almost all the way out until my anal lips were closed just below the head of his cock again. It felt as though he pulled half my innards out with it, and I was just about to tell him to put them back when he began to slowly push his cock back into my hole.

Anticipating what I was going to do, Mick kept his hand clamped over my mouth, not that anyone could have heard me scream anyway; all the units are soundproof, you could have had a bomb go off in your unit, and no one’d know. Unless it did something to their unit, of course. So, once again, his cock was buried balls deep in my arse, but this time he didn’t leave it there quite so long before he began to pull it out again, nor did he wait for my anal lips to get accustomed to being held open by the head of his cock, before he pushed it all the way in again. Now, whether it was because he was tired of waiting for my arse to adjust to his cock, or if he’d decided that his need was greater, whatever the reason, I could feel Mick picking up the pace and feel him raping my arse in earnest.

I don’t know how long I laid there in my own private little hell before I heard Mick give a sharp intake of air before he gave one almighty bellow, and I assumed he’d finally finished. We laid there for a minute before he pushed me off his cock, and at that moment, I tried to make my escape, but Mick wasn’t going to let that happen as he still held onto me tightly. Finally, after his breathing had calmed down, he growled at me to stand up. “Hmm, uh, what?” I asked, slightly dazed.

“Stand the fuck up,” he growled as he pushed me off his arm, “I want to see your new boi pussy,” and not knowing what else to do, I stood up on his bed on very shaky legs. “Turn around,” he encouraged me, so standing on the spot, I turned around as best I could. “Fuckin’ a,” was all he had to say, then he laughed at me, “I love seeing that spot of cum on between your arse cheeks, buddy, it looks great. Really suits you. Now, come back here,” he said, and I lowered myself back down onto the mattress and crawled back towards him.

Looking for some kind of comfort after my ordeal, I headed to the spot beside him that I was at just a little while ago. Mick grabbed me by my hair, “where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he growled at me as he held my head firmly in his hands, so I was looking him in the eye, “you’re on clean up duty, now, buddy, and fuck my cock had better be squeaky clean by the time you’re finished.”

I tried to look around to see if he had any cloths or a towel or something to clean him off with, which was a bit difficult as he still had a good hold of my hair so that I couldn’t move my head very much. “What the fuck are you doing?” Mick asked me, sounding a little exasperated.

“I’m looking for something to clean you up with. Do you have a cum rag or something?”

“What the fuck….” Mick exclaimed, “use your fuckin’ mouth,” he practically screamed at me. And I was so surprised that when he ground my face in his crotch, I’d opened my mouth to protest and instead found it full of his cock before I knew what was happening. “Oh, yeah, baby, that’s right,” Mick cooed at me, “make sure you get it all nice and clean.”

I tried desperately to pull my mouth off his cock, but Mick was using so much force that I could barely move my head at all, and now he was pulling my hair so tightly that I thought he was going to pull it out by the roots. “Use your tongue and clean under my foreskin, you dumb bitch! Fuck, what do I have to do? Draw you a fuckin’ picture?”

I was just about to protest when I figured what the fuck his cock was in my mouth anyway. So, I gently pushed my tongue against the tip of his foreskin until I could get it to open enough to get my tongue in and clean around the head of his cock, all the while fighting the urge to puke. Then, having cleaned under his foreskin, I licked the rest of his cock clean. “There’s a good bitch,” Mick said when I finally finished licking his cock clean. Now come here,” and as he still had a good grip on my hair, I had no choice. He dragged me up the bed, and hugging me to his chest, fell asleep. As I was still very hungover, I drifted off to sleep as well.

*****

I came to a few hours later, the bedroom was still dark, and I was lying in bed with Mick at my back, and he was hugging me to his chest. I slowly lifted my head off the pillow and instantly regretted it as the room spun sickeningly around me at an alarming rate, and I felt like I was going to throw up. So, I laid my head back on the pillow and must have dozed off again.

The next thing I knew was a feeling as though my arse was on fire and my arse was feeling full, and I thought I could feel something moving around in there. My next thought was that I hoped I didn’t shit the bed, and it was that prospect that almost woke me up completely. I must have moved because suddenly I heard Mick, “fuck buddy, your ass lips are so swollen, and I only fucked you once. Rollover,” Mick said as he began to man-handle me on the bed, and I helped as I rolled over onto my stomach, and still being very hungover, I still didn’t realise what he had in mind.

“That’s it,” Mick almost cooed, “now raise your arse in the air. That’s a good boi,” Mick said as I complied. “Spread your legs a little bit,” and as I spread my legs a bit, again, Mick complimented me. Then before I knew what was happening, I felt Mick move between my legs, forcing them open even more; once again, I felt Mick’s cock trying to breach my swollen arse lips, and I screamed in pain.

With that, he put a bit more effort behind his cock, and I felt it breaching my very swollen, extremely painful arse lips, and I drowned in a whole new world of pain as his cock forced its way into my aching arse. I screamed and swore the entire length of his cock as he forced it into my aching arse. Finally, he pulled his cock out of my arse, and it was very bit as painful as when he pushed his cock into my arse in the first place, and as he picked up speed, it didn’t help the pain in my arse at all. If I wasn’t concentrating on the pain in my arse so much, I would have been able to hear the slaps of his pelvis slamming into my battered arse. I probably would have been able to hear his moans and groans of pleasure as well, but no amount of my screaming could drown out his bellow of pleasure as he shot his second load of cum deep in my arse.

I was so glad that the ordeal was finally over, I didn’t even care that he’d collapsed on my back and was now pinning me to the bed with his cock buried deep in my aching arse, and as I was still very hungover, I must have passed out again. I came to in an instant, though, when Mick pulled his cock out of my arse, it brought me to instantly, but I still didn’t have the strength to protest when he rolled me over. “Well fuck me,” Mick exclaimed, “it looks as though you enjoyed that last fuck buddy….”

“What?” was all I could muster as a coherent sentence, “you’ve blown your little load on my sheet, just by me fuckin’ your arse, or was it the thought that you’d get to lick and suck my cock clean again, hmm, that do it for you did it?” Mick said as he walked up the length of my torso, with his legs straddling me, he was still on his knees, but I only had eyes for his dripping cock and what he was going to make me do next. “Open up,” Mick demanded as he finally reached my head. But like a petulant child, I clamped my lips closed and shook my head as I looked up the entire length of his very sculptured torso until my eyes locked on to his. Then, without saying anything, Mick slapped my face so hard I think he knocked a tooth or two loose; he reached down and grabbed my nose and held it closed as tightly as he could. Until the inevitable happened, and I had to open my mouth to gasp a breath of air, and at the moment, predictably, Mick rammed his cock as deep into my mouth as he could.

“That’s the good cock sucker I’m learning you are,” Mick said when he dropped his cock into my mouth, “now clean the fuckin’ thing,” he growled at me, “and be careful of your teeth,” he growled. “I feel so much as a bit of a scrape from your teeth, and you will learn what a nice guy I’ve been up till now.” ‘Fuck, if what I’ve experienced today is the nice Mick, then I’d hate to see him mad at me,’ with that thought running around inside my head, I forced my tongue between the head of his cock and his foreskin and made sure that I licked and sucked it all clean. Then I proceeded to lick and suck the rest of his cock clean; when I’d finished, to his satisfaction, he slapped my arse and told me to go into the kitchen and make his breakfast, and he ordered bacon and eggs on toast. I just laid there and looked at him, saw him ball his hand into a fist which was enough incentive to have me scooting to the edge of the bed and running into the kitchen. I found an apron, as I assumed rightly that I wouldn’t be able to get dressed and cooked his bacon and eggs; I was going to cook myself some but thought I’d better wait till I’d served him. As I was looking through his cupboards, I found a bed tray, so when I’d finished cooking and making his coffee, I arranged it on the tray and took it into him.

“Who the fuck told you, you could wear an apron?” he roared at me as soon as I walked into the bedroom. “But I didn’t want….” “Who gives a fuck what a useless pansy like you fuckin’ wants? From now on, you are to be totally naked anytime you are in either of our units, or anywhere else I fuckin’ decide you’re to be naked, is that clear?” he roared at me.

I hung my head and said, “yes, Sir. I understand.”

“Good, I didn’t realise that you were such an uppity fuckin’ poofter! Clearly, we are going to have to do something about this, aren’t we?”

“Yes, Sir,” I mumbled.

“Now go and clean up the fuckin’ kitchen, and when you’ve done that, you can come back and help me shower and get dressed.” I opened my mouth to protest, but seeing how the morning has gone so far, I decided just to keep my mouth shut. So, I turned on my heel and went back into his kitchen and began to clean the mess I’d made. I was so intent on following Mick’s orders that I forgot to make myself breakfast. When I’d rinsed everything and loaded the dishwasher, I went back to get Mick’s dishes to put in the dishwasher as well.

“’Bout fuckin’ time you got here, poof! Hurry up with the dishes because we’re going out, and you have to shower me first; now move!” Mick barked at me. I picked up the tray and hurried back to the kitchen. I put Mick’s dishes in the dishwasher, and after wiping down the benches and turning the dishwasher on, I went back to Mick. While he laid in bed, he had me get out the clothes he wanted to wear, and when he was satisfied, Mick got out of bed, and I trailed him into the bathroom. Mick sat on the toilet, and while he was there, he got me to shave him and told me I wouldn’t like the consequences if I nicked him. So, I shaved him very carefully and cleaned his teeth for him; by this time, he’d finished having a shit, so he stood up and bent over and told me to wipe his arse for him and make sure it was squeaky clean. When I finished cleaning up his arse with toilet paper and announced that I was finished.

“How the fuck do you know if it’s squeaky clean or not?” Mick asked.

“Well, I can’t see any more shit there,” I replied, not being able to think of anything else I could do.

“Get in there with your fuckin’ tongue and make sure it’s fuckin’ squeaky clean, you fuckin’ useless poof,” Mick roared at me.

Before I’d even had a chance to really think about what I was doing, I leaned in and started to lick his arse for him. Eventually, Mick must have thought I’d done a good enough job as he just walked away from my tongue bath of his arse and stood by the shower cubicle. I stood up and looked at him expectantly; in exasperation, Mick grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and threw me into the shower cubicle, telling me to get the water to his liking. I turned on the water and kept adjusting it until Mick finally decided it was good enough. He stepped into the shower cubicle and instructed me how to wash him correctly; thankfully, the shower cubicles were big enough to fit two or three people in them easily. I washed Mick’s back, arse, arse crack and hole, and then continued down the back of his legs. Mick turned around when I reached his feet, and I worked my way up his legs until I reached his cock and balls. Mick instructed me on how he wanted me to wash his cock and balls properly, and only when he was satisfied was I allowed to move up his torso. I washed his abdomen and chest before I did his arms. I finished off by washing his face and shampooing his hair.

When he pronounced himself clean, he walked out of the shower cubicle, and I stayed behind to wash. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you useless fuckin’ homo?” he asked incredulously, but before I could reply, he told me to get out of the shower and dry him off. I jumped out of the shower cubicle and grabbed one of his big fluffy towels, and proceeded to dry him under his instructions. I applied his deodorant and aftershave and then got a chair for him to sit on in front of the mirror and blow-dried and styled his hair the way he liked it. When Mick was satisfied, we went back into his bedroom, and I got him dressed, having to kiss his cock before I tucked it into his underpants. When Mick was finally dressed, he yelled at me to clean everything up and get dressed. When I was finally finished, we left his unit, went downstairs to the car park, got in his car, and Mick drove us to Prahran and parked outside a Barbershop.

I trailed Mick into the Barbershop, and we waited at the counter; well, Mick waited at the counter while I sat on a chair because Mick told me to, and we waited. We didn’t have to wait too long before one of the barbers came over to attend to us. Now, I’ve walked around Prahran a lot, and I have to admit I’ve walked past this particular Barbershop a lot, but this is the first time I’ve ever been inside. I’ve never even looked in the window very much, or if I had, I clearly haven’t paid too much attention to what was going on. The Barber, who came over to attend to us, was dressed in an open leather vest, which showed off his sculptured chest impressively. He also wore a leather cap, the peak of which came down almost to the bridge of his nose. He also wore leather chaps, which seemed to cling to the front of his legs, again giving us a good look at his sculptured legs, leather lace-up boots that came halfway up his thighs. But the ‘piece de resistance was the guy’s very full leather jockstrap, which looked as though the contents were trying desperately to escape from.

So, I continued to sit there while Mick and the Barber talked together, I couldn’t quite hear what they were saying, but I assumed they were talking about me as I saw Mick point over his shoulder in my direction, from time to time. When they finally finished talking, Mick told me to follow him while he followed the Barber through the shop and a door out the back. As we were following the Barber, I got a good look at his arse, and while it was nowhere as big as Mick’s arse, framed as it was by the straps of his leather jockstrap, it looked impressive enough to me to cause me to begin to bone up again. Finally, we entered a room without any windows and two barber chairs. When I walked through the door, the Barber closed the door, and Mick told me to strip; I just stood there and looked at him. Just then, the Barber cuffed me up the back of the head, “I heard you given an order, boi, so why aren’t you doing anything about it?” he asked. Without giving a second thought, I stripped, “Good,” the Barber growled at me, ‘now get in the fuckin’ chair.”

When I’d sat in one of the chairs, the Barber turned to Mick and asked him what he wanted doing. I went to open my mouth to protest, but quicker than I saw him, the Barber grabbed me by the nuts and, getting a good hold, squeezed them hard enough to make me gasp and have tears leaking out of my eyes from the pain. “You really are an uppity little poofter, aren’t you, boi?” the Barber said to me before he turned his attention back to Mick without easing up on my nuts. The Barber looked up at Mick expectantly, “Um, I was thinking a number three for the top and maybe a number two on the sides, and then I want him hairless from the sideburns down. What do you think?” Mick finished looking back at the Barber expectantly. Without letting my nuts go, nor easing up on the pressure, he was exerting on my nuts, using his free hand; the Barber ran it through my hair and suggested the number two on the top and suggested a number point five on the sides. Mick thought about it for a bit, then nodded his agreement, and with that, the Barber finally let go of my nuts, and I went to grab hold of them protectively when the Barber growled at me to get my hands back on the armrests. So, there I sat with aching nuts but too scared to do anything about it.

The Barber tipped the chair back and washed my hair in the bowl behind the chair, and after he towel dried my hair, he grabbed a pair of clippers off the bench and, having selected the appropriate guide comb, attached it to the clippers, and we were off. The Barber ran the clippers all over my head before he stopped and changed the guide comb, and he attached my hair again. When he was satisfied with the job, he put the clippers back onto the bench and picked up a straight razor, and after having sharpened it on the strop, he attacked my head once again. He turned to Mick, “now you wanted it smooth from the sideburns down, that’s right, isn’t it?” he asked Mick, and Mick confirmed his instructions. The Barber laid a straight razor on the bench and picked up the shaving brush and tin of shaving soap, and after wetting the shaving brush under running water. He lathered up the soap with the brush and then turned back to me and lathered up my face, and when he was happy with the coverage he’d achieved, he picked up the straight and attacked my face with it.

By the time he’d finished, I don’t think my face has ever felt so smooth as it did after the Barber had finished with it; I ran my hand over my cheek and chin and marvelled at the smoothness of the skin. After the Barber had removed all traces of the lather first. Then, I went to get out of the chair, “where the fuck do you think you’re going?” the Barber growled at me, “no one gave you permission to move,” he said, as he rolled his eyes at Mick. So, I settled back into the chair while the Barber attacked the tin of soap with the brush. When he was finished, he grabbed me by the right wrist; he lifted my arm off the chair arm and lathered it up as well. I went to protest, but after the look the Barber gave me, I thought it best to keep my mouth shut, and while I held my arm straight out in front of me, the Barber attacked the strop again with the straight razor.

The Barber then proceeded to shave my arm from the top of my shoulder all the way down to the back of my hand; he even got the few stray hairs on my fingers. When he was satisfied, and he’d wiped my arm clean of the remains of the shaving crème, he attacked my left arm, and it was while he was shaving my left arm, it dawned on me why I was sitting in the chair naked.

I tried to make my escape, but the man-mountain had such a tight grip on my wrist I wasn’t going anywhere, and he reminded me that he actually had a straight razor in his hand, and he was sure I wouldn’t want him to nick me anywhere. So, I settled back into the seat and allowed the inevitable to happen. The Barber finished off my arm, and after wiping my arm clean, he told me to put my hands on my head while he grabbed the shaving brush and attacked the soap in the tin again and lathered up my pits. Then having attacked the strop again with the razor, he proceeded to shave my pits. Next, he lathered up my chest and abdomen and shaved there as well before wiping off the residue. Next, the Barber laid the chair flatter than I’ve ever seen a barbers’ chair go and lathered up my pubes, he told me to spread my legs, and he lathered the underside of my ball sack and my perineum. Next, he grabbed a low stool and proceeded to shave my pubes, cock, and balls, and finished up with my perineum. While I prayed fervently to anyone and everyone, I could think of that he wouldn’t slip.

When he finally finished wiping the residue off, I realised that I have never felt so bare down there in my life; it felt as though I could feel every eddy in the air of the room as it played over my naked crotch. The Barber continued down and did my legs and the tops of my feet and toes; I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that finally, it was all over. “Right, boi,” the Barber growled as he repositioned the chair into an upright position, “kneel up on the armrest,” which explained why they were so wide. Realising that I didn’t have a choice, I stood up and climbed up into the chair and knelt on the armrest with the top of my upper body resting on the back of the chair. From there, I had a good view of the Barber as he lathered up the brush once again and began to lather up my back. Now, I was in the perfect position to watch the Barber sharpening the razor on the strop; if I didn’t know what he was going to use it for, I could have knelt there and watched him sharpening the razor all day. But all too soon, he was finished, and he scrapped the razor all over my back, which I didn’t think was that hairy; I mean, none of the girls I’d slept with had complained. But now, like the front of me, my back was as smooth as the day I was born, probably smoother, I don’t know.

I got to watch as the Barber lathered up the brush again before he walked behind me and told me to pull my arse cheeks apart. “Fuck, mate, I can see what you mean,” he said to Mick. “Who wants to fuck a hairy hole like that? Man, but his lips are swollen, though, aren’t they?” He said as he ran a finger around and played with my swollen arse lips, “still pretty tight, too,” he said as he pushed an exploratory finger into my arse.

“Yeah,” Mick replied, “I only fucked him for the first time this morning.”

“Oh, how long the pair of you known each other?’ the Barber asked.

“Since High School,” Mick replied, “yeah, but I didn’t know he was a poof until this morning….”

“Why,” the Barber asked, “what happened this morning?”

“Well, we were sleeping in my bed last night, which happens from time to time, he was too drunk to be trusted to sleep on his own, and I didn’t want him to drown on his own puke, and sometimes I’m in that position, so I’ll sleep in his bed with him. Anyway, we’d been out to the Pub last night, and he was pretty drunk, which is why he was sleeping at my place. He got up to puke and have a shower before he got back into bed and snuggled back up against my chest. I hadn’t been to the toilet and was just about to jump out of bed when I felt him separating his arse cheeks and let my semi slipped between them. Then the fucker closed his arse cheek over the top. Well, if that isn’t an invitation to fuck him, then I don’t know what is,” Mick said as the Barber laughed in agreement. While I mentally kicked myself, just ‘cause I wanted to know what it’d feel like to have his semi-hard cock between my arse cheeks. How was I supposed to know he was really awake, just lying there playing possum, and I thought he was my friend? “That’s why we’re here now. I’m not going to fuck a hole as hairy as that. It was ok while I broke him in, and I mean, he didn’t even try to get out of the bed, not even when I made him clean my cock for me afterwards.” ‘That’s because I was too hungover, you fucker’, I thought to myself.

“Fuck, what a poof,” the Barber said as he continued to finger my bruised and battered hole.

“Yeah, I know. Who knew he was such a closet case, I mean with all the girls he’s brought back to his place over the years, and to think, all he really wanted was a nice fat cock up his arse.”

“Hey,” the Barber broke in, “can I try it out when we’ve finished?”

“Course you can,” Mick replied, “which reminds me,” Mick said as he jumped up out of his chair. I couldn’t help myself seemingly, because I could clearly see Mick’s cock straining at the material of his pants to get out; I started to get an erection. ‘Fuck,’ I thought, ‘I really am a closet case’. “I’ve got to get some stuff; can I leave it here for a bit. I’m sure you can find things to occupy your time with. That is if you’re not too busy?” Mick asked before he left the room.

“Not a problem,” the Barber replied, with a deep throaty chuckle, before Mick opened the door and left the room. But as he opened the door, I was looking in the mirror, and I could see guys waiting in the waiting area. I’m sure they all got a good eyeful of my naked arse and exposed hole; I mean, I was holding my arse cheeks as far apart as I could for the Barber before Mick closed the door behind himself.

The Barber got busy shaving my arse crack and got so close to my arse lips I was sure he was going to nick me there, but he didn’t, and after he wiped the residual shaving crème from my crack. I’ve never felt so naked in my life, and I thought my shaved pubic area was sensitive to the air; it was nothing compared to my shaved arse crack. The Barber got busy and shaved my arse and the backs of my legs before he pronounced himself finished. He told me to get down from the chair’s arms and had me bend over the chair’s arm instead. I heard him pull down his leather jockstrap, he spat on my shaved hole, and lining up his cock pushed it balls deep into my arse, and I screamed blue bloody murder once again. The Barber cuffed me up the side of the head and told me to take it with some breeding, fuck; he told me I was going to have to get used to this from now on. Just my luck, Mick walked through the door just as the Barber was shooting his load of cum deep in my arse. Once again, all the guys in the waiting area coped a good eyeful of me getting fucked over the arm of the chair by the Barber this time.

Mick told me to sit back in the chair while he conferred with the Barber about something he had in the bag with him. The Barber laid the chair right back again and once again got his little stool and sat down. “It’s a good thing you’ve had him shaved as you want him to wear this,” the Barber said as he worked on my very naked crotch. I gave up trying to work out what he was doing, it felt as though my ball bag and cock were encircled with something hard, and it wasn’t until I felt him forcing my cock into some kind of sheath. But I was beginning to get some clue as to what it might be. “Now,” the Barber asked Mick, “do you want to use the padlock or the locking device?”

“What…” I began to ask before Mick cut me off and opted for the padlock for now. I heard the padlock being locked in place, and the Barber told me to get up. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and thought I have never seen myself so naked before in my life. But then my attention was grabbed by the thing that was locked over my cock. It felt so heavy; it felt as though it was trying to rip my cock and balls off.

“The chastity device looks great, don’t it?” Mick said.

“Yeah,” the Barber agreed with a chuckle.

“The poof actually shot a load all over my sheets this morning when I fucked him the second time. So, I’m hoping this’ll put a stop to that.”

The Barber laughed out loud, “it sure will,” he agreed. “Alright, boi,” he said, “get back up on the arms of the chair.”

And knowing I didn’t have a choice, I complied. I felt the Barber playing around with my perineum, and when he and Mick agreed on whatever it was they were doing, I felt a sharp pinch, followed by a sharp sting. I could feel the Barber pushing and prodding at the site, and when he declared himself finished, I felt him remove whatever it was that had pinched me there, and Mick inspected the Barber’s handiwork. Mick thanked the Barber for his help and told me to get dressed, which was difficult with the chastity device, but I knew better than to complain. As I pulled up my boxers, I discovered my guiche piercing. We all exited the room, and after I paid the Barber for his services Mick and I left the Barber’s shop.

In the car, Mick flicked a card at me, “what’s this for?” I asked.

“That’s your schedule to keep yourself nice and smooth for me. While we’re on that, I expect you to keep yourself shaved as smooth as you are now. I feel any stubble anywhere on you, and you will be punished.”

“But, Mick, I didn’t want any of….”

“Hey,” Mick said as he cut me off, “who opened their fuckin’ arse cheeks and invited whose cock in? Was it you or me?”

“Yes, but you don’t under….”

“I fuckin’ do understand, you fuckin’ poof. You invited me to fuck your fuckin’ arse, so I did. Did I kiss you…?”

“No, but…”

“Did I let you kiss me…?”

“No, but…”

“I was very hungover, fuck, I still am, I’d felt your cock nudging the opening of the cleft of my arse, and I just wondered what it’d be like….”

“For me to fuck you, I know, and now you know, right?”

“Well, no, I didn’t want you to fuck me….”

“Well, too fuckin’ bad, it’s done now, and I like it, so we’re going to continue doing it. End of discussion!” And with that, we rode the rest of the way home in silence; I knew I was beat, well, particularly at the moment as I was still hungover. ‘How much did I have to drink last night?’ I wondered about it for the rest of the trip home.

We went upstairs, and as I exited the lift, I turned in the direction of my place, “where do you think you’re going?”

“Hmm, what, I’m going home. Why?”

“No, you’re not, buddy, you’re coming with me to my place. I’ll think about what I’m going to do with your place later, but you’re coming with me for now. I need to begin your training.”

“Training?” I asked tentatively.

“Yes, now come on. Or do you want to have to strip now and walk there bare arsed naked, not that there’s much to see now what with your chastity device and all,” Mick said with a chuckle.

I could feel myself flaming red, as I’d forgotten about the chastity device, although how I could was beyond me, it felt so big and cumbersome, and knowing I was beat, I followed him meekly to his unit.

“Strip” was the one-word command; as soon as I walked through the door, I hadn’t even had time to close the door. So, in full view of any of our neighbours, who may be out and about in the halls, I stripped before I closed the door.

Mick stuck his head around the corner of the hallway, “don’t just throw your clothes on the floor like that,” he said exasperatedly, “fuck, I can see you’re going to need a lot of training, aren’t you?”

As I bent over to pick up my clothes, I didn’t hear Mick walk up behind me, but fuck, I sure felt it when he hit my arse. It stung so bad I jump up, which was probably what saved my other arse cheek from getting hit as hard. I held my clothes and shoes with one arm while I rubbed my sore arse with my other hand, and while I was rubbing my arse, I turned around, and Mick stood there with a grin plastered all over his face and a wooden spoon in his hand. “Ow, what was that for?” I asked petulantly.

“For just throwing your clothes on the ground, I can see you have a lot of bad habits we’re going to have to break, now aren’t we, boi! Come,” Mick said as he turned on his heel and led me into his unit. “For now, you can put your stuff in the spare room.”

After that, Mick got me to clean his unit while he sat and played video games; mind you, I couldn’t complain too much, ‘cause as he got into his games, he slowly stripped off until he was lying naked on the floor playing his games. When I finally finished the cleaning, he pulled his arse cheeks apart and told me to lick his arse, and knowing I didn’t have any choice, I got down between his legs and began to reem his arse out. Not that I’m complaining, because I was learning by now that there was no point, besides I’d already licked his arse after he’d shit; it’s just that we had been out and about, and his arse was a little musky now. Which I didn’t mind too much, but him farting in my mouth was a bit over the top, I thought, but he found it very funny.

He finished his game, announced that we were going shopping, went into the spare room, and came out holding my boxers, t-shirt, and runners; he dropped them on the floor and told me to get dressed. Knowing I couldn’t complain, I got dressed in the ensemble he’d picked and waited for him to get ready. We left the unit and went and waited for the lift; I was bright red, hoping no one ran into us, but no one was in the hall or the lift, thank god, and we made it to the car. But Mick made me wait until he’d got a towel out of the boot as he didn’t want me sitting bare arsed in his car, and only when he was settled would he let me get into the car. So, we drove to Abbotsford and parking on Hoddle Street, and I, very embarrassed, got out of the car and followed Mick into a shop; and I never thought I’d be so glad to get off the street in my life, but as soon as we were in the shop, Mick told me to strip. I did baulk at the idea but remembering all the other stuff I’d done today; I stripped without any complaints. Mick pointed to a spot on the floor and told me to put my hands on my head and told me to stay, then he just walked off and left me.

The shop had a few guys milling around in it, and with me standing there with my hands on my head, no one was left in any doubt that I was totally shaved and wearing a chastity device. It didn’t take too long before some of the other customers came over to ‘investigate’ my body, and soon I had hands all over me; some were marvelling at the smoothness of my body. Some played with my chastity device, while more than one guy explored my arse and stuck one or two fingers exploratorily up my arse, and while all of this was going on, Mick was off looking at ‘stuff’. Finally, he came back with a sales assistant and told me to bend over, which showed off my swollen hole to everyone there.

The Sales assistant and Mick discussed the merits of a couple of butt plugs before Mick made his selection and non-too gently shoved it up my aching arse. I then discovered that they had a ratcheted Dentist mouth guard as well, which Mick insisted on forcing it into my mouth and forcing my mouth as wide open as he could. Mick then spat into my open mouth and invited anyone else who wanted to have a go. Consequently, about twenty guys spat in my mouth, some more than once, and I was powerless to stop them. Ah, but then Mick bought out his piece de resistance, the Humbler; Mick pushed me forwards in the lower back, so I had to bend over. He grabbed hold of my swinging balls and pulled them back between my legs, forcing me to bend over that much further. Finally, I felt him position the Humbler just above my balls before he screwed the thing tightly closed; now, I couldn’t stand up no matter how much I wanted to. Much to the amusement of the patrons of Eagle Leather.

That was how Mick left me as he went to pay for the purchases on my credit card while I made my very slow way up to the counter to put my pin in the machine. The Shop assistant offered to bag his purchases for him, but Mick refused, seeing as I was making use of all of them. So, carrying my clothes, Mick walked out of the shop onto busy Hoddle Street while having no other option, hobbled after him. I eventually made it to the car, ignoring all the cat-calls and horns honking and other rude comments that were hurled in my general direction. I had to go through the humiliation of standing on the side of the road while Mick undid the humbler so I could sit down and get in the car. Mick drove us home, and once again, I had to stand by the car while Mick applied the humbler, only then was I allowed to hobble after him as he held the lift door open for me, both to get in and out of the lift, and I hobbled down the hall to his unit and almost cried with relief when I heard him close the door behind us.