I stood there stark naked, my cock rock hard. He stood in front of me and reaching out, starting rolling my foreskin back and forth. With the other hand he reached out and grabbed my nuts, quite firmly. “Well wanker, what’s it to be? D’you want to carry on serving me, enjoying my beautiful cock and the way I treat you?” He squeezed my nuts as he rolled my foreskin right back. It hurt somewhat but it felt fucking good too. “Well?” “I want to carry on serving you sir.” “Okay, the guy upstairs specialises in hair removal. Pour the drinks and I’ll see if he’s free.” I heard him mumbling on the phone as I poured the drinks and heard him finish the call with “Okay, the door’s unlocked, lock it once you’re in. We’re in the lounge.” He came over and sat next to me on the couch. “He’ll be here shortly. Suck my cock.” I leaned over and obeyed, caressing the helmet with my tongue, fondling his balls. He was soon rock hard again. I heard someone come through the door and stopped sucking, only to hear him say “Did I say you can stop, wanker?” I sensed rather than heard someone come in to the room and heard a very camp voice say “Ah, so this is my subject is it? Very nice. Shall we start.” “Okay, said Stephen, “stand up.” I stood and saw a very slim guy, wearing just trackie bottoms holding a small case. He walked over and examined me, and said “Okay, bathroom.” I walked in to the bathroom, where the floor was tiled. “I’ll start by going all over with clippers to make things easier, then I’ll use a wet razor and finish off with an electric razor . Opening his case, he removed electric clippers and started on my chest, then moved down over my stomach. My cock was rock hard and pointing skywards, and he just bent it down and started on the pubes at the top, then moved round and down the sides, telling me to open my legs to get in with the clippers, gripping my bollocks as he did so. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? “It’s very pleasant, “ I replied. He finished my legs, then said “Okay, in the shower.” He then left the bathroom, returning with a dust pan and brush, sweeping the hair from the floor and leaving to empty it in to the bin in the kitchen. He returned and lower his track suit bottoms, stepping out of them. Yet another one with a massive cock. What with him and Stephen, I felt very badly equipped. He stepped in to the shower with a tube of shaving gel and a couple of disposable razors. Turning the shower on, he sprayed me all over then soaped me all over, rubbing quite vigorously. He then rinsed me and squirting a load of gel on to his hand, he proceeded to apply it all over to my hairy bits. He then began shaving chest downwards, then went behind me and prising the cheeks of my arse apart, shaved my crack, telling me to bend over and doing the tops of my legs at the back. He moved to the front and started on my pubes there, and I was a bit apprehensive but he was fine, then moved on to my legs. Finally, he rinsed me again, lathered me up again and went to work with a wet and dry electric razor. When he got to my cock I had to say “I’m going to come.” “No you’re not, he said, you’ll make me come first.” He then rinsed me off again and called Stephen, who appeared in the bathroom door. “Can your boy give me a bj?” “Of course, replied Stephen, “I’m going out now, meeting my sister for lunch. Let yourself out when you finish.” Looking at me he said “You may as well fuck off once you’ve sorted Keith out too, but I need you back here around nine this evening.” Looking at me, Keith said “Okay, dry yourself, dry me an we’ll go in to the other room.” I followed him in, my mind still all over the place. As this really me, an obedient cock sucker. A hairless body as well now. It’s s very true adage “A stiff prick has no conscious “ and I knew that once I’d spunked, if nothing else, I’d regret the “Bald body” Keith, still naked, rock hard, lay back on the couch. “Stephen says you’re the best cock sucker he’s ever had. Prove it to me.” That was quite a clever bit of mind control really. He’d thrown down a challenge and now I wanted to prove I was the best. Kneeling before him, I started fondling his bollocks (he was fair haired, and not hairy at all) and kissed his erect prick. I rolled the foreskin back with my lips, caressing the helmet with my tongue. He groaned, and encouraged, I poked my tongue hard in to his peehole. I think I was loving it as much as he was. He stroked my head, and encouraged , I sucked harder and started pumping my head up and down faster. Suddenly he screamed “You fucking gorgeous cunt” and shot his lot down my throat. I carried on gently sucking, till I knew I’d got every drop. “That was fucking gorgeous, Keith said. “Would you be up for me asking Stephen if we can share you?” “I’m fine with that, but bear in mind, I have girlfriends as well?” “Stephen told me, and we’re both okay with it. Come here. I stepped forward and taking his balls in one hand and my prick in the other, he proceeded to make me come faster than I’d ever come in my life. Of course, as he dressed and left, all my doubts set in. How the fuck would I explain my hairless state to my women. Fuck it, I thought, I’ll think of something.