Harry's punishment

Harry is a 20 yo young man. He’s from a wealthy family, attending courses in an expensive university. He spends a lot of time at the university’s gymnasium, and keeps his smooth hairless Adonis body in great shape, but not too bulky, and lightly tanned. His main interests in life are his body which he takes great care of, having drinks with his friends and of course girls. Hormones doing their job, sex is part of his mind all day long. 

 

One day, while having some beers and one of those young men's conversations, one of his mates told him about his last holiday in a special hotel in Mexico. The hotel was unofficially sex-oriented place and was known to be really open and a great place to have some “fun”. He had a full week-end there and talked about his “conquests”. Coming back home, Harry found the hotel’s website. The website didn’t say anything about sex, there were some photos of the large swimming pool, the well-equipped gymnasium and spacious apartments with comfortable beds and great service. The only thing that indicated the hotel particularity was that under 18 yo children were not allowed, for quietness. But the reviews on booking websites, even if moderated, were clearly implying that this was much more than a simple hotel. A lot of reviewers thanked the hotel for the great service, the kindness of the staff and how this hotel was great to meet people… After hesitating for two minutes, Harry booked a room for one night, the next week-end, already hard when thinking about his stay. 

The day before leaving he made his backpack, not forgetting to take his swimwear (a speedo and some short swimming trunks) and some condoms, his favorite lube, massage oil, not knowing what he could find over there.  

 

The hotel entrance was quite common, as displayed on their website, and Harry even wondered if he was at the right place. While waiting to get his keys, a quick visit at the small hotel shop confirmed his friend hadn’t lie : in the hygiene / pharmacy department between the body lotion and the sunscreen, there was an abnormally good choice of lotions, massage oils, lubes, condoms, and even some sextoys you usually only find in sexshops.

At the reception, a screen was displaying the events in the hotel and as every Saturday night, a big party was organized at the in-house nightclub. 

 

He got his keys and went to his room to drop his backpack. The room was spacious and clean. It was a hot summer day, Harry decided not to waste time and decided to go to the swimming pool. He jumped in his swim shorts, took his phone, jos towel and his sunscreen bottle and headed for the pool. At the entrance of the pool area, there was an uncommon sign at the entrance informing guests that sex was forbidden in the pool area and could lead to permanent exclusion. Wow, he really was at the right place. 

 

The pool was like as advertised, huge with a lot of deckchairs all around. There was a bar and some waitresses were taking orders from people from around the pool. The waitresses were all gorgeous and wearing some really small and revealing swimsuits. Harry found a free chair, he couldn’t stop staring at the waitresses … by looking around, nearly everybody here was good looking. Women were all wearing sexy swimwear if not g-strings. An uncommon amount of guys were not wearing swim shorts but speedos or even a g-string for one of them. Men were talking to women they obviously met here and there were also gay couples. On his left, a young man was carefully rubbing suntan oil on another male, which disgusted Harry who was quite an homophobic macho. He spread his towel on a chair far away from them, disrobed and grabbed his sunscreen bottle. 

 

A man was passing by near him and looked at him, ready to offer to help him with his lotion, but Harry’s look dissuaded him. He uncapped the bottle and began rubbing his arms when a sexy waitress came. 

“Do you want a drink sir ?” 

“Not for the moment, but later for sure !” 

“No problem, may I help you with your sunscreen ?”

This time he gladly accepted the offer. She took the bottle of lotion and spread a large amount on his back and began rubbing. She had strong hands and it was really enjoyable. 

“Here you are sir, well protected. Do not hesitate if you need anything.”

Actually he would have loved her to massage more than his back, but he just thanked her. 

 

Even that little was enough for him to feel aroused. He applied lotion on the other parts of his nearly hairless body and went to the swimming pool. He spent the whole afternoon talking to people (often girls …) in the pool, sometimes leaving it to get a drink or work on his tan. Sometime some newly formed couples were leaving the swimming pool area, there was no need to be a sociologist to guess they were heading to their rooms for some more advanced and intimate contact. Harry didn’t get this opportunity, all the girls he talked to were friendly but no more. Had he been gay, this would not have been a problem it seemed, but he was definitely not. At the end of the afternoon after 4 beers under the hot sun, he was not drunk but tipsy. 

 

At the end of the afternoon, everybody slowly moved to their rooms to get ready for the night to come. Harry did the same, had a good hot shower to remove his sunscreen and chlorine, helping him sober up. After seeing all those nearly naked bodies under the sun and all those beautiful girls, his libido was driving him crazy, he felt horny. His plans were simple: meet a girl tonight and spend a full night making love.  After a good meal at the restaurant he went to the nightclub, which was open very early. Some people were already dancing while others were having drinks.

 

 He was not much of a dancer, he began to chat with people and had a couple of drinks. More and more people joined the club, and some entertainment began. At 10 PM a strip tease show started with some gorgeous girls, with male dancers oiled up in black or red tiny g-strings, there was really something for every taste.  One of the female strippers came in front of Harry and danced centimeters away from his body … of course the rules were clear : “do not touch”, but God he had to fight the urge to grab her shiny swinging breast … making his level of arousal climb again. He inserted a generous tip in her g-string, and she gave him a ticket for a free drink. He collected it and drank. He was beginning to get really drunk now. He was too cocky to notice but his condition was now compromising his odds to end up with somebody for the night… 

He was switching from one group of people to another without real success. It was now late and his inability to find a girl, the main reason for his stay, was irritating him. Ending up alone tonight would be a disgrace for his ego. So he began to be more offensive in his speech and attitude, after all he was a handsome young male, and every woman here should fall for him. 

 

He then noticed a beautiful dark haired woman alone at the end of the club and headed her way. She was kind and offered him to sit with her at her table. They began to talk lightly, she was somewhat elusive but he learnt that her name was Joann and that she was 4 years older than him. He was about to give the conversation a more direct sexual orientation when a tall, tanned guy arrived and sat at the table with them, she seemed to know him well. But for Harry he looked really strange, wearing a leather jacket with nothing under it, with very delicate behavior that didn’t match his bulky body. Being quite drunk, Harry could not guess if they were a couple, or just friends. So he asked. They both laughed. The guy politely  told him that women were not what he was interested in. Harry’s now unrestrained homophobic attitude kicked in and he quickly became quite aggressive in his speech. 

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• “So you’re a fucking cock lover ?” 

• “Even if that’s somewhat true, watch your language young man ! Everybody is welcomed here.”

• “I’ve had enough, I’m leaving, and you, Joann, you should stick with real guys with real balls, that don’t stick their cock where they shouldn’t.”

The man who had stayed calm during the entire exchange answered              

• “Thank you for caring about my genitals, but it seems that you’re the most insecure about sexuality here, and yes you should leave.” 

 

Being drunk and feeling offended, Harry left his seat and tried to punch the guy’s head. He dodged it and stood in front of him. Harry’s being skilled in self defense and considering that the guy was taller than him kicked him in the groin. This time he didn’t miss it and the muscular, tall guy fell to the ground, his hands between his legs. Immediately, two security members caught him under the arms and led him out of the club. A security manager came and told him that he was banned from the nightclub for the night and that he should go back to his room without making any fuss. Harry was angry, for him the night was over because of this deviant guy. He could say goodbye to his hopes to get somebody to sleep with. Security led him to his room where they left him. 

 

Damn, he was now alone in his room, instead of partying and having sex with one of those beautiful girls. Not really what he expected, he had been horny the whole day to end up alone. He took a shower, drank a lot of water to prevent a huge hangover, came back to the bedroom, grabbed his bottles of lube and massage oil and had a long masturbation session watching porn on his phone. He finally fell asleep in a post orgasm bliss.  

 

When he woke up with a small headache he decided to get a good breakfast at the hotel buffet. He feared his performance last night would be remembered but all the staff didn’t seem to care, they had the same kind behavior toward him as yesterday. If his night was a failure, he was still aiming at having more than a solo session in his week-end. He had booked a late checkout and had until 5.00 PM onsite, the day was still young. Of course his best option to meet girls was now the swimming pool area and after breakfast he quickly went to his room to change, collect his towel and sunscreen. This time he put his speedo under his swim shorts. He was not used to wearing speedos in public, often wearing them under his swim shorts for support, but speedos seemed to be quite common here. He would decide there what he was more comfortable with. 

 

The place was not crowded like the previous afternoon, quieter with people tanning and a few of them playing in the pool but there would still be plenty of encounter opportunities. Most of the girls were rather lying in the sun on chairs or near the pool, often topless. Harry had a good look, for once, at the men around and in the pool. This time, nearly half of the men were wearing speedos. Considering the body he was so proud of as his best asset, he decided to disrobe to his speedo, at least if everything failed he would work his tan … He took his time spreading his towel and grabbing his sunscreen bottle, hoping for yesterday’s waitress to come and offer him some help again. 

But then he saw a guy not so far away, lying and receiving what really seemed like a massage on his chair, from hotel staff. Yesterday’s waitress did not seem on duty but another one came to ask him if he wanted a drink. 

 

He asked her about the guy and leant that poolside 30 min massages were available in the morning, when the massage staff was not too busy, for a small amount of money. She told him it was not like room massages, but shorter and if he wanted more he would have to go for the massage services available at the hotel. Damn, how could he have missed that massage service, he should have read the guest book … She told him the pool massages were performed with customer sunscreen products but it was of course much better with suntan oil and not lotion like he had. But everything was planned, for another small amount of money he could buy a protective suntan oil bottle, the masseuse would bring it and he could keep it after. He didn’t hesitate and accepted the quick massage offer and on her advice chose a SPF20 coconut suntan oil bottle, which she said was ideal for massage being slicker and having a wonderful scent. The waitress brought a plastic cushioned cover for the lounging chair, replacing the fabric one. 

 

Less than 5 minutes later a sexy masseuse arrived, holding his suntan oil bottle in her hand and asked him to lay face down on the lounging chair. The sun was clearly getting stronger minute by minute and he felt it on his back. He soon felt the drops of oil falling on his back. It had nearly an electrical effect on his lust-filled mind. She slowly began massaging him. The waitress was right, the oil had a wonderful tropical coconut scent, which was arousing him. It felt wonderful, she was very skilled and had strong hands. His back massage lasted for 5 to 10 minutes and she began oiling up his legs. Harry was watching at the swimming pool but his mind was clearly somewhere else, in a much lustful world, especially when she began massaging his inner thighs. He tried to hide his growing arousal but felt his cock quickly hardening in his speedo and against the plastic fabric. She then asked him to roll over and lie on his back. Harry now knew that the speedo was not his better choice, and had a look from below at it before rolling over. As he guessed, his hard cock shape was clearly visible in his now fully filled speedo. 

 

The masseuse gave him a very professional look, meaning that she was understanding his problem, letting him think it was quite common and offered to cover his lower body with his towel. Harry rolled over, she immediately covered his crotch area with the towel, hiding his bulge. She resumed her massage with his arms, which offered him a time to cool down. She then proceeded to oil his chest and pecs and the cool down effect was nullified. She slowly massaged his pecs, and lower belly, and Harry’s arousal level raised again …he had a look at the towel checking that it was correctly assuming its duty. It was. He saw how much his pecs and abs were glistening due to the suntan oil. The last time he had been oiled up it was after a sensual massage by a girlfriend, followed by a hot night … Those memories didn’t help him to keep his arousal down. 

 

The masseuse was really doing her job as a suntan oil rub, by leaving only a thin layer of oil on the skin after absorption. She was now spreading oil on his legs, and went up to his thighs. Harry’s cock was now fully hard and probably leaking precum in his speedo when she got really close to his bulge. It was really not different from sexual teasing and Harry wondered if it was not her intent. The masseuse then spoke : 

“All done, you’re now well protected against harmful UV rays. I would recommend that you take some time for quiet tanning, this oil is a really good product to get a perfect tan.”

Her soft words had clearly a hidden meaning : “You should wait for your hardon to subside before anything.”

“By the way, you seemed to appreciate the massage, you know we offer all kinds of massage onsite, and I think we’re not fully booked at the moment. We really are into sticking to customers' needs to provide them the best service.”

By her tone, the meaning was clear : “if you want more, it’s possible but not here.”

Harry now thinking with his cock and balls instead of his brain clearly understood what she was implying. His arousal made it simple : the only thing he was now after was releasing the tension in his speedo. 

“Would it be possible right now ?” he tried. 

“I think it is, but let me tell you we have high standards. Would you like to check the prices before booking ?”

 

Harry told her the price was not a problem. His lustful mindset looked like “If I cannot get pleasure the cheap way, I can buy it !” 

She then told him she needed to check if there was a massage room available. 

She left, Harry was lying using his towel to hide the hardon he could not get rid of, but did he really want to ?

His whole body was glistening due to the suntan oil with a lovely coconut scent. He could not avoid some looks from other guests, particularly gays, having such a handsome body. He did not like having gays looking at him but considering his situation and yesterday’s night incident, there was currently nothing he could do about it. 

 

Soon the masseuse came back and handed him a 4 page document.

“This is our terms of service and general conditions, please sign on page 2 and 4 and we’re ready to go.”

He didn’t take time to read, signed and gave her the documents. She asked him to pack his goods and follow her. She also advised him to wrap his towel against his hips for obvious reasons. He did and threw his goods into his backpack .. it was quick, all he had were his clothes, his phone, his suntan lotion and his newly acquired suntan oil … he hurried thinking of what was coming. The masseuse smiled.  

He followed her around the swimming pool. His nearly hairless glistening body attracted some attention again but he did not notice. He didn’t really know what to expect, but his mind was already busy anticipating his best sexual fantasies.  

 

She led him through a staff access to a massage room using her key card to unlock doors. On her way she dropped the documents on a table. They finally arrived in front of a thick wooden door. She again used her key card and they entered the room. It was dark and had a strange leather smell, but Harry didn’t have time to have a look at the room and its furniture. When the door closed his arms were quickly grabbed and he felt a piece of cloth with a strong smell being applied to his nose and mouth. He tried to fight but was strongly held and quickly had to breathe … he immediately became dizzy and lost all strength. He was still conscious but absolutely unable to fight. The piece of cloth was soon removed but the effect didn’t disappear immediately. In his dizzy state and unable to concentrate, he felt his body being dragged in the room, toward a table sitting on the right side. Approaching it he more or less realized it was not a normal massage table but an horizontal X shaped padded cross with a rectangular shape in the center. It was equipped with many  straps. He felt his body being lifted on it and tried to resist but he was still too weak for that. 

 

Soon his arms were stretched over his head, and brought to two branches of the X shaped device. He felt something being tightened around his wrists. He tried to have a look at what was happening, only to realize his wrists were now restrained in stiff brown leather shackles  to the wooden padded board. The effects of the chemicals were slowly wearing off, adrenaline gave him some strength to fight, his oiled body making things quite slippery on the leather,  but it was too late, his hands were now absolutely useless. His kidnappers then grabbed his legs, and he felt hands grabbing his speedo’s waistband and sliding it along his oiled legs. He shouted for them to stop, with now success, realizing his only piece of clothing was gone. 

They grabbed his right leg, he tried to kick but two guys were holding it on the cross and succeeded in tightening the same kind of leather shackles around his ankle. The scenario repeated for his left leg. His wrists and ankles were now securely strapped to the cross, leaving him spread eagle, naked. Now fully conscious he again tried to trash with absolutely no success, the cross seemed to be made of thick wood. Nobody was touching him anymore, but he felt his restraints being pulled on by one to stretch his arms and legs, further reducing his ability to move. 

 

The men then headed toward the door, they seemed to leave, he had a look at his leaving captors, he recognized them, they were two of the bulky security agents, no wonder he couldn’t do anything :

He shouted at them: 

“Hey what the fuck are you doing, release me now !”    

They came back, grabbing his backpack on the way. 

“Oh dear, we were about to forget !”

They threw his backpack near the cross and grabbed a red ball gag from under the table. Harry had never seen one in real life, only in BDSM scenes of movies.

“Please open your mouth boy !”

He didn’t and yanked at his restraints. One guy moved on the side of the cross and grabbed his nipples.

“Open your mouth please !”

 

He still didn’t comply and the guy pinched his nipples, twisting them. Harry never had his nipples tortured before and painfully discovered how sensitive they were. He could not prevent a scream, and as soon as he opened his mouth the gag was inserted and an elastic strap tied behind his head. It was really efficient, only muffled sounds could now escape from his mouth. 

The men now headed to the door. 

“He really put up a good fight ! His body isn’t only for show !” 

The other replied

“And with all this oil he was so difficult to grab ! They should have done that after !“ 

They left, closing the door. He was now alone in this huge room, his nipples still aching. He tried to have a look at his wrists … the shackles were tight and secure. He had the same result looking at his ankles only this time he got a view of his sweaty and oiled up body with his now half hard cock in his field of view. 

 

He knew he was in real trouble when he got a look at the room. The walls were hidden by curtains so there was nothing to see but on his right two vertical St Andrew Crosses were bottled to the wall. There was also a heavy padded metal chair with lots of straps. The leg rests were forming a V shape, clearly targeting at leaving the strapped person’s crotch exposed. Another wooden contraption was located nearby, with shackles and a hole in the front. It was easy to guess that it was targeted at men and what part of the body would be inserted in this hole. In the middle of the room some shackles were also hanging from the ceiling. Harry's eyes went wide, he had never visited a BDSM dungeon, and had not planned to do it, considering those kinds of kinks as unnatural and disgusting. And there he was, naked and reluctantly strapped on a wooden cross in one of some disgusting places.  

 

He looked at the ceiling and it took a few seconds for his mind to realize what he was seeing. It was padded with mirrors, allowing him a full view of his stretched naked and glistening body, making him realize his predicament all the more. By the mirrors, two cameras were also bolted to the ceiling, one nearly on top of him and another a little further at his legs side.  

He didn’t know what his captors wanted. Was it money ? There were surely better ways to get it, he was confused and afraid. Had he been mistaken for another customer ? He could not believe that this hotel had a BDSM dungeon. He felt so helpless looking at his fully exposed body on the ceiling. 

 

His respite was short lived, he heard the door opening, somebody was coming in. When she slowly came near him he recognized Joann, the woman he had met the night before. Why was she here ? He tried to speak and ask for help but again only muffled sounds came out of his mouth.

She grabbed a chair nearby and sat on the side of the cross. He tried to speak again but she put a finger on her mouth, clearly meaning she wanted him silent and she was the one to speak. 

“Wow, they really did a good job. You’re quite a sight.” 

She was wearing leather clothes and it was giving her a fearsome look. The smile on her face was quite frightening for the helpless harry. 

She was studying his body, taking a close look at his skin. Her eyes felt between his legs. For once Harry would have been quite happy to hide his privates from this beautiful woman, he tried to close his legs but it was clearly impossible. 

 

She looked him in the eyes, her right hand was now lightly brushing hairless chest. The thin layer of oil made it easy for her fingernails to slide.    

 “Oh don’t be so shy, you must be proud of your beautiful assets. No need to hide them as we will soon get to know each other more closely. Not that you would be able to by the way. But congratulations, your body is really perfect, you must work hard to keep it in shape. The only problems are your hairs. I need to do something about those hairs below your neck line, because it’s always better to have a clear view of what you’re playing with.”

It took a second for her words to register. Harry’s body was nearly hairless, except for his armpits and his groin.

“Yes, you know what I mean, I’ll have to shave your groin and your armpits.”

He tried to protest but the ball gag was doing its job properly. 

“Don’t be a baby, that’s only hairs, they will grow back if you don’t choose to keep the area shaved or even waxed.”

The mere idea of having his privates waxed made him wince. 

“For today I don’t have time for waxing, a quick shave is all we need for our session, keep quiet while I collect what I need.”

 

What did she call a session ? Harry watched her collect a razor and she left his field of view to get to, by the noise, seemed to be a lavatory. She came back with a cart. On the cart there was a  razor, a tube of shaving cream and a bowl of water. She left the cart to bring what looked like a hairdresser chair, with adjustable height. She moved back to his side. 

“We’ll start with your armpits, I always keep the best for the end.”

She clearly was enjoying the control she had over him. 

 

Harry felt the shaving cream being spread over his armpit, and soon the razor sliding against his skin. He watched the full process, it was tickling him but not enough to make him move. Her moves were precise and skillful. The same treatment was applied to his left armpit. His perfectly shaven armpits were now on display.       

“Let’s move to a more interesting area.” 

She moved the cart and rolled the chair between his stretched legs. She sat, enjoying the full access she now had to his most private parts. 

 

Harry’s feeling of helplessness soared when he had a look at leaning on his cock and balls. She was about to apply a razor to his cock and balls and there was nothing he could do to prevent it. She caressed his oiled tights complimenting him. She really enjoyed her control and was taking her time. This aroused him a bit, so she stopped, it was more convenient for her to shave a semi hard cock than a fully engorged one. But this guy was really easily aroused. 

“For those parts, I would avoid any thrashing if I was you, you wouldn’t want any cuts here.”

She grabbed the tube of shaving cream, Harry mentally braced for impact. 

This was quite a humiliating situation for him. 

 

To his surprise she began to smear shaving cream not on his genitals but on his ass crack and the area between his balls and his anus. He thought this part was better protected by the contraption he was strapped to but apparently not. She began shaving his ass crack and his perineum. Soon it was smooth like a baby’s. 

She then lathered some cream on his crotch and began shaving. Her delicate touch on his genitals sent jolts of electricity to his body and lustful mind. She took great care not to make any cuts and aimed for a perfect job. Harry felt again more humiliated having his genitals forcefully shaved. At the same time, having those parts manipulated was arousing him quickly, and his cock was quickly getting hard against his will. 

 

Suddenly he heard the door opening. A man came near the chair Joann had brought earlier , close to Harry. Joann didn’t stop her ministrations. 

He looked at Harry’s exposed body with a smile. The sight of this proud homophobic young man all tied up, oiled up and currently having his groin shaved was quite a funny sight. Harry could not think of a more humiliating situation. 

He talked to Joann. 

“I can see everything went as planned.”

“I told you my plan was flawless, he’s thinking with his dick.”  

Harry tried to talk again with no result. 

 

The man talked to him: 

“I think I must introduce myself and owe you some explanation. I’m Garry, the hotel manager. Yesterday night you had a fight in the nightclub with a guy. It happens that this guy and Joann are staff members under my responsibility. They were having a drink after a hard day and relaxing when you assaulted them. Even if I wouldn’t want any of my customers to be hurt, having a staff member molested is not suitable either, particularly Joann and Frank, who are key elements to a new business development.”

 

Harry didn’t know how to process this information. 

“So why are you here, tied to this table ?

Let’s be honest, I’m not certain you'll like the information I’m about to give you. As you may have guessed, you are in a BDSM dungeon. BDSM and bondage are becoming more and more popular, and customers are really willing to pay a fair amount of money for their kinks. I don’t want this hotel to only focus on it, but it’s currently a high margins activity representing more than 8% of our benefits, and we’re aiming at doubling it soon. To reach this goal I hired Joann and Frank, who were already well known in the world of domination.” 

 

Harry wouldn’t have cared about this guy's business plan, but he was worried that he was concerned. 

“We’ve bought a lot of expensive devices, toys and contraptions as you have perhaps seen around you. You cannot imagine the price of the custom cross you’re currently enjoying. Joann’s in charge of kinky straight men and lesbians when Frank logically takes care of gay guys and the few straight women. But your behavior yesterday night is now a problem as Frank asked to resign. You see, for a BDSM Dom, being publicly humiliated by having his balls busted is a big problem. And I don’t mention the humiliation to have his package checked by a doctor after what you did. The good news is there is no damage, you’ve not broken anything. The bad news is that he still wanted to resign, having had his pride taken away. So Joann, knowing him well, came to me with an idea. We could offer Frank an opportunity to take his revenge and turn this situation in his favor. We could record everything and make it available on the web. Frank would show in the videos what happens to misbehaving bad boys and use the event to turn his humiliation into a misbehavior punishment scenario. We called him to make this offer, and he totally bought it. Frank being gay I think your handsome body also played in our favor when we sent him a photo of you in your speedo at the pool. I’m sure you will be awesome in the videos.”

 

“The good news for you is that you will be out of here for your checkout time, we wouldn’t want you to miss your trip back home. You will not be hurt, and by hurt I mean you will not suffer any long lasting damage. Joann and Frank are experienced masters and not like you, they know what they can do or not. About pain I would be lying to you if I promised a painless and relaxing day, considering what they probably have in store for you and the tools and their disposal. I’m not into BDSM myself but had to read descriptions when I ordered them, and I would want it used on me.  

The other important thing I have to tell you is that if you think of things like going to the police as soon as you’re out, I wouldn’t if I were you. Because I’m pleased to inform you that you’re tied up to this cross now on your own request.” 

 

Harry had carefully listened to his words and it was not easy for his mind to process them while Joann was manipulating his cock and balls. She was deliberately taking her time even if taking great care of not giving him any pleasure. 

He was breathing heavily, frightened by Gary’s words. Hearing he was strapped here on his request he grunted, trying to deny it. 

 

Joann grabbed his now quite rigid cock to take care of the last hairs on his shaft, pointing it to the sky. 

Gary looked at it, smiled and went on this his explanation: 

“Of course you are. Don’t you remember ? You signed two documents, one agreeing on the massage parlor terms and the other agreeing on the BDSM activity conditions as a sub and  giving your consent ! Didn’t you read before signing ? And we made sure that a lot of people could see you were doing it on your free will and the security recording will confirm nobody forced you to accept, after all you were having a good massage minutes before. The agreement also gives us the right to record your session and grants us full rights over it, in exchange for a really discounted price. You should be happy,  you’re saving money ! But we should make a lot by selling the videos, that’s a win-win.” He laughed.

Harry’s mind now realized how dumb he had been, thinking with his cock and balls instead of his mind, he had dug his own grave.

 

“We’ll send you a copy of this document. But I have another interesting point you should consider : all the videos we’ll make will be blurred or cropped so that your face is not recognizable, only your body will be exposed. During your massage Tina was able to see your phone pin and we’ll have plenty of time during your session with Joann and Frank to export your contacts. Would you try anything against us, the links to the original videos would be sent to all of them and published on porn websites. I’m sure that with your body and their skills those videos will become quite popular in the BDSM circles.”

 

Their perverted minds had planned for everything from the beginning, he was really trapped and would act in a BDSM video against his will. 

It was more than he could listen to, Harry angrily fought against his restraints, which led him nowhere, the cross didn’t move even a little. 

Joann didn’t let go of his cock, squeezing it. He immediately stopped moving.

 

Garry spoke again:

“I’m happy to see that this cross is really stable and its restraints really secure, considering its price. I wouldn’t want my customers to be harmed.” He laughed.    

“I’m sorry but I have a busy day, I will now leave you in good hands …  he lagged again considering that Joaan was still his cock. Frank should be with you in less than 15 minutes, he doesn’t know about the details of you being already in this room, that’s a surprise, but we told him to come ready for action. We wouldn’t steal time on the session you paid for. So when he arrives, he’ll just have to stop by the changing room and you’ll play together. I hope I’ll have time to pay a visit before your checkout, I’m taking your phone with me. Your goods will be collected from your room and will be waiting at reception. Until then Joann and Frank will take care of you.”

He left the room, not forgetting to grab Harry’s phone from his backpack, leaving him alone with Joann. 

 

Joann had finished her job, she let go of his cock. She quickly shaved the few hairs on his inner thighs. She toweled the area, removing what was left of the shaving cream. She admired her work. Harry looked at the mirror but had to check with direct eye contact, his groin was now smooth like a young boy’s. Even if hairs were by no means a protection, he felt even more exposed than before. But the question in his mind was now “why do they need my groin shaved ?”

Joann seemed to be reading his mind. 

 

“You wonder why I shaved you don’t you ?”

He looked at her. 

“I did it for three reasons : the first one is that it is quite standard in gay or BDSM porn for the male to be smooth down there, the second is  you already know that Frank is gay and like a lot of gay guys he’s into smooth and glistening skin. I really want his surprise gift to be perfect. The third reason is that Frank’s favorite kink is CBT. Oh sorry, that’s Cock and Balls Torture and you need to see what you’re working on, without hairs getting in the way.”

 

The first reason was bad news, the second was quite fearsome for the young homophobic Harry. Just thinking about having his body touched by a gay guy was a nightmare. And he had never dared to imagine it while being tied naked and helpless. But the third answer was the worst : the same gay guy was really interested in sadistically inflicting torture to his most sensitive parts, and he was told to be an expert at it. And more than all, this guy held a grudge against him.

  

He began to feel regret for yesterday’s behavior, but it was now far too late for that.

 

Joann came back to his side, checking if everything was ok. She grabbed Harry’s backpack and grabbed his suntan oil bottle.  She agitated it in front of his face. 

“Time to put the final touch, I told you Frank loves glistening male bodies and we have missing spots.” She uncapped the bottle.

 

The only part of his body that had not been oiled up, except his face, was standing between his legs. Harry guessed she was now aiming at his cock and balls and, in his predicament, had a faint hope that she would provide him with a little pleasure. She went between his legs, staring at his helplessly now smooth exposed cock and balls with a smile, holding the bottle in her hand. She uncapped it and he closed his eyes, at least expecting, despite his humiliation feeling, to enjoy the touch. But, to his surprise she spilled a few drops on his tights, not his cock and balls. 

 

She put down the still uncapped bottle on the cart and began slowly rubbing his freshly shaved inner thighs. Using the excess oil she  oiled up his ass crack, his inner ass cheeks and the area between his hole and balls. She was clearly making it slow to tease him,  and went back to his tights. Despite his predicament, Harry’s semi-hard cock immediately began to harden at the rubbing of his erogenous areas. She kept slowly rubbing for a few minutes, but never touched his cock or balls, before coming back on his side grabbing the oil bottle, leaving him frustrated with a now totally hard cock lying on his lower belly. 

 

“Poor boy, did you really think I was going to massage your cock ? You’re so aroused that you could blow your load in seconds, and it’s far too early for that,  we have hours to spend together. ” 

Once again she was enjoying her control over him. 

 

“I think we’re ready for Frank’s surprise, we just have to wait for him now. But don’t worry I won’t let you get bored.”   

She sat and began teasingly pouring one drop of oil on each of his armpits and a few on his chest. She rubbed his armpits and noted the struggling boy was ticklish, it could be useful later. She started teasingly rubbing his pecs, paying attention to his now erect sensitive nipples. Harry was watching her hand slowly teasing him, the sweet coconut fragrance engulfing his nose. Her hand then went on his abs, his lower belly and near his hard cock, never touching it. Some frustrated moans escaped from Harry’s mouth. She was really an expert at teasing men, and with the sex obsessed Harry, it was really easy. Because of his handsome body and reactions, for her, it was also a pleasure.  

After a few minutes of teasing, the door opened and Frank entered the room. Joann was happy, she had made it in time, Harry was ready, his smooth glistening body helplessly tied and exposed, his cock fully hard and asking to be touched. It was a really good start and the three of them should really have a nice long session.