More men had gathered to watch me as I performed for them. I closed my eyes again and realized it was only the first day of my year. What else would he make me do? Would I make it through a year? What if I didn't? What was the penalty for not making it through? Fuck me! What I had I gotten myself into?
"Open your eyes. Look into their faces as you pleasure yourself. Let them know that you are doing it for them because I told you to. Make it good for them," he said dispassionately.
I opened my eyes and saw that there were 3 men on my right and two men on my left and all were squeezing their crotches as they took in what I was doing. One man reached out and gripped my balls. He gently squeezed and moaned as he did so. I trembled thinking what he could do with my balls.
With his other hand he unzipped himself and pulled out his hard cock. He began to stroke himself as he began to run his hands over my body. He tweaked one of my nipples and I sucked in air between clenched teeth. Sir didn't seem to mind that this man was touching me.
It seemed that it was some kind of signal to the other men, because they pulled their cocks out of their pants and began stroking and touching me. I had hands everywhere! They rubbed the insides of my thighs, which drove me crazy. I had no idea it was such a sensitive area. One man ran his hand down my back and into my crack, wedging his hand between the seat and my ass.
It was such a rush for me to be on such a display, to be obeying this man and also to be so humiliated as to have to perform for these strangers. Little did I know how much more of this I was going to have to do.
But that fog of lust washed over me and I began to jerk for these men, and not just stroke to stroke, but began to work to completion, to get the rush, the high that came with climax.
I began to pant and then men started manipulating my balls again, along with my nipples. One man even added his hand to mine and I knew that I was close. It was happening fast. I grunted and began to shoot. Rope after rope shot out of my cock and landed from my chin to my stomach. I don't think I had ever shot so far before.
I was dazed and heard the men around me begin to moan, and watched as they thrust their hips toward me and into their hands. One man said, "Lick the cum off of your fingers."
I looked at Sir and he nodded and gave just the slightest smile. I realized he was glad I had looked to him for permission. I lifted my still trembling hand to my lips and, for the second time that day, tasted my own cum.
One of the men let a out a deep groan and moved in closer to me and began to shoot on my leg. Then all the men seemed to be jockeying for position as they approached their own edge. Each side seemed to alternate, letting each man get his nut off before the next moved into position to shoot on me. One spurted so far, his cum landed on my still rigid cock.
When they had all come, some reached in and smeared a bit of their cum around. And the man who had shot on my cock massaged it into my cock and I moaned again.
When reality seemed to kick in, each man stuffed his still dripping cock back into his pants, thanked Sir, and then turned and left.
I was trembling. My emotions were all over the place. What had I just done? It was like there were two people; the guy who got off on being dominated by this man and the other who was appalled that I was doing these things. Both seemed to battle in my head. I would relish the feeling, and the other half would say, `Are you kidding, do you know what you just did?'
Sir got out of the passenger seat, closed that side door, and then walked over to the other side. "You did well boy. Do not wipe any of that cum off of you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir." I then expected him to tell me to put my clothes back on, but he didn't. He got into the driver's seat, started the van, and backed up. As we exited the park, my cock swelled as I realized we would be driving back through the residential areas to return to his home, and I was sitting in plain site in the back seat.
I wanted to cover myself, but had no direction from him. I tried to look in all directions at the same time to see if anyone was in a position to see me. My heart was pounding so hard, I could hear it in my ears, and I worried who was going to see me.
It seemed like hours for us to get home, but it was probably no more than 10 minutes. But we didn't return to his home. Instead, he parked behind some store, turned off the engine, got out, closed his door, opened mine and said, "Get out, boy."
Fear and panic hit me again. We were in a public place! But I stepped out of the van and my cock seemed to swell even more. Why did this turn me on so much? "Yes, Sir," I remembered to say, as I stepped down. He let me stand there for a couple of seconds that seemed to drag on for minutes. Then he slid the door closed behind me and instructed me to follow him.
He led me about 10 feet down to a door. My heart was a trip hammer again as I tried not to imagine all the people that might be seeing me like this. He opened the door and walked into some kind of a shop. My heart raced even faster as I realized that there were two men in the shop. They stopped their conversation when we walked in. They just turned and looked at us.
Then Sir said, "Sam, this is my new boy and he needs a hair cut. Can you fit him in now?"
Sam, the older, bulkier one said, "Yes, Jim and I were just standing here shootin' the shit." He looked me up and down. Jim was also taking me in. He was thinner and seemed a bit younger than Sam's apparent 40's.
"Looks like he is going to need a shampoo before we can give him a hair cut. Looks like he has been covered in man cream. Good for the skin, but bad for the clippers," Sam said.
Sir commented, "Yes, I was expecting that." He turned and looked at me. "Sam has a shower here, so you go with him and get cleaned up."
"Yes, Sir," I acknowledged meekly, completely aware of how slutty I looked covered in dried cum and sporting a rod that seemed like it wouldn't ever go down.
I followed Sam and Jim followed me. My heart was still racing and I was getting that high tension feeling in my muscles again. We got to a corner of his back room and I looked for a shower, but didn't see one.
Jim pointed to a curbed-in area in the corner. I saw that there was a drain in the bottom of it and a faucet about 2 feet off of the ground. "Step in there. Use the bucket there, the soap and that sponge, and get yourself cleaned up." He stood back with Jim to watch me.
I had expected the privacy of a real shower, where I could clean myself without them watching. And why did I have to clean my whole body, just to get a hair cut?
I looked back and saw Sir watching my performance. I had to do this for him. I stepped into the four inch deep basin that was about 4 foot square. I squatted, trying not to put my ass up in the air in front of them, and turned on the water. It came out freezing cold, but quickly warmed up. I got it to a good temperature, filled the bucket, and then dumped it over my head. The water sluiced down my body and felt good - until I realized that I was being observed.
I took the soap and turned my back to them, but Sam said, "No, face forward. Jim likes to look at men's cocks." Jim just nodded and smiled a bit.
I turned and faced them as I began to wash myself. I used the sponge and the soap he had indicated, and scrubbed from the top down. I washed my head with the same soap, thinking that there had been no instructions for shampooing. I worked down to my stomach. Then I soaped up my cock and tried to will it to go down, but it wouldn't. I started to wash my butt, but Sam said, "Turn around and show us what you are doing."
Blushing, I turned and ran my hand up and down my crack. "Now squat down and really clean out that crack," Sam instructed. I felt more heat on my face as I squatted and ran my hand up and down my crack from between my legs.
I guess he approved, because he said, "Okay, you can stand up now and wash your legs and feet. Then you can rinse yourself off." I did as instructed and used two buckets of water to rinse myself off.
When I finished, I looked around for a towel and saw that Jim was holding one. I held my hand for it, but Jim shook his head and just smiled a bit. "Jim gets to dry you off. It is one of his favorite things about visiting the shop."
Jim approached me, leering, and started at my head, roughly drying my hair. Then he worked down my body, raising my arms and drying my pits. He did my back and chest. On to my stomach, and then he was roughly drying my crotch, seeming to enjoy manhandling my cock and balls.
I had to bend over so he could dry my crack, and he said, "Nice and clean!" and rubbed his hand along it when he had finished. It sent a jolt up my spine. I was not used to such intimate contact. And so much of it had happened today.
As he finished drying my legs and feet, I wondered about what was going on. He had said that tomorrow I would be shaved. Maybe that's what this was all about. He was going to do it today!
And obviously these guys and the guys in the park were into guys. How did I feel about that? I didn't know. I was totally turned on by the acts he was having me commit, but could I perform sexually with another man? Would I have a choice?
My mind went back to the porn I had surfed on the web. It was always a man and a woman, never just women alone. I never got turned on unless there was a man in the picture, hard and using the woman. I did get turned on when he was naked in front of other people, or outside.
I was brought out of my musing by a light slap on my ass. "All done."
Sam then had me follow him. He went through a door into what had to be the front of his shop. There was a barber's chair there. He told me to sit down. I sat quickly, eager for the usual drape to be put over my naked body, because the front of the store was glass. And although the chair was 15 ^Ö 20 feet from the front of the store, I was sure that anyone looking in would be able to see me. And I wondered if the front door was locked or not.
But no drape was put on me! I sat there and looked over at Sir, with panic on my face. He let just the slightest smile show on his face. Once again I felt that electric tension in my body as I gripped the arms of the chair and heard the buzz of clippers. Jim sat in the waiting chair across from me and Sir stood to one side, watching.
Sam held my head and began moving the clippers across my head. I was not facing the mirror, so I couldn't see how short he was making it. Jim kept leering at me; he would look from my still rock hard cock to my face.
Sam made short work on cutting my hair. It had dropped all over my chest and arms as he cut, and I could tell that at least 2 inches had been cut from my hair, which would mean that only a half an inch or so was left.
He put those clippers away, and I thought I might get away with just that. But then I heard a buzz again, different pitch, and knew he had picked up a different clipper. He took one of my arms in his hand and raised it, then went to work on removing the hair from my arm pits.
I had only light brown hair on my forearms, but he quickly ran the clippers around each arm, removing that as well. I felt that electric tension increase in my body as he moved over and shaved the little bit of hair I had in the center of my chest. He then moved down and shaved the bit of hair that led from my navel down to my pubic hair. I tensed when he reached there, but he moved on and shaved the hair on my legs.
He was just finishing them up when I heard the tinkle of a bell, and realized it was on the front door. Someone was coming in! I felt panic wash over me, and wondered if they would stop and cover me up while those people were in the shop.
They didn't. I looked over and saw that it was an older man and a younger one. The older man had a broad smile on his face as he saw me and my condition.
"Guess I am a little early for my son's hair cut. How much longer do you think it will be Sam?"
"Hey, Don and son," Sam greeted them, standing next to me with his clippers in the air. "Oh, should be done in another 5 to 10 minutes."
I looked at the older man. He looked to be in his forties, stocky with a bit of a bulge at his waist. His son, probably 18 or so, had a ruddy complexion, and didn't raise his eyes at all. But I could tell he had taken in my condition, as I saw his eyes drop when I looked towards him.
"Okay, sounds good." He turned and looked at his son. "Son, you go ahead and get ready for your hair cut then."
The boy looked at the man. The boy nodded, stood, and went over to the corner of the shop. I watched in growing wonder as he began to remove his shoes and shirt. Then he removed his pants, and I saw he wasn't wearing any underwear. When he bent to pick them up, I noticed his ass was red, and there were some stripes across it. Had he been spanked or whipped?
Don must have seen my gaze, because he said, "Yeah, he didn't mind me this morning, so I had to turn him over my knee and warm his backside a bit." He grinned a bit. "He seems to act up more when the Wilson's are over. I think he likes to be punished in front of Mr. Wilson and his 3 boys. He knows I will only spank him on his bare butt." I couldn't imagine the humiliation of being spanked naked in front of other people. It made my cock throb and bob.
His son was now standing naked in the corner with his hands behind his back, head lowered. He only had a bit of short pubic hair framing his crotch. It made him seem so much younger with this lack of hair.
"Jim, why don't you take the boy in the back and get him cleaned up while I finish here." Jim's smile broadened, and he got up and escorted the boy to the back by gripping his arm and leading him.
Sam then told me to turn and kneel on the chair. I wondered what this was for, until I saw the position I was in. My butt pointed out for all the world to see. I put my head against the backrest and tried not to cave into the shame and begin crying.
I heard Sam's clippers buzz again, and he worked over each of my ass cheeks, removing the hair from there, and then, with a new clipper, shaved my crack. I was totally humiliated that this stranger, Don, was seeing this done to me, and that Sam and Sir were seeing it as well.
He put down the clippers and dusted my crack with powder, and used a brush to sweep out any hair. It made a thrill run through my cock. He told me to turn around and sit back down. As I did this, Jim came out of the back room, dragging the boy by the arm.
"He splashed water on me!" Jim said, with water spots of the front of his shirt.
"Come here, boy," Don said, and reached out and took the boy by the arm, pulling him closer. "You know you get punished for misbehaving." He pulled the boy over his lap and began to smack the boy's ass with his hand.
"Sometimes I think you just do this for the attention, or because you like it." The boy was trying to hold his ass still, and trying not to cry out. Judging from the red marks on his ass, it had to be hurting.
Don gave him 10 good smacks on his ass, and then made him stand up. The boy now sported a hard on, his stiff 6 inch cock point up to the ceiling. "See, I think it turns him on to be paddled," Don said, reaching over and pulling the boys dick all the way down in a fast movement so it rebounded and slapped the boy's lower abdomen. Don smiled.
"Now stand there in the corner until it is your turn. Do you understand, boy?" Don asked.
"Yes, Sir," the boy said, and moved over and stood in the corner in front of the clothes rack.
Sam then took a set of clippers, turned them on, and began to trim away the hair around my crotch. Jim, Don, the boy, and Sir, all watched as Sam gripped my cock and moved it this way and that to trim off all the hair. I was once again feeling that rush of humiliation at being manhandled in such a public manner.
When he was done, I looked down and saw next to nothing there. It seemed so strange. I heard a noise behind me. Sam's hand moved down to my crotch and spread warm foam all over it. It just made my cock swell more and leak some precum. I moaned softly as he spread the foam around my crotch.
I heard a rasping sound, and then saw the straight edge razor, and realized he had been stropping it. My heart pounded as he gripped my cock and brought the razor down. I saw the glint of light off of the steel blade, and closed my eyes, feeling the scrape of it across my skin. I sat very still and hardly breathed as he began to use the razor on my crotch.
"Always gets them the first time I do this!" Sam said with a smile in his voice. I opened my eyes to see everyone watching me again. My cock surged in his hand and he squeezed it tightly.
He got to where he was stretching out my ball sack to shave it, and I thought I was going to shake so much he was going to cut me for sure! But I fought to hold still.
Soon he was done, and wiping my now naked crotch. It felt so sensitive! It was driving me crazy!
"Real sensitive, isn't it?" Jim asked.
"Yes," I answered between clenched teeth.
"Makes you real horny, don't it?" Don asked, with a smile on his face.
"Yes," I said again.
"Bet you would like to get off, real bad. Right?" Don asked.
"Yes," I said, trembling all over as Sam finished wiping my crotch clean.
"Boy, go over there and take care of that kid," Don said, motioning to his son. I didn't know if I liked being called "kid." But Sir called me "boy." Then it sunk in what Don meant. He wanted his son to get me off!
Now, not only was I going to be manhandled, but I was going to be taken to orgasm in front of all these guys! Shit! My cock swelled.
The boy walked over and knelt down between my legs. He reached over and took my cock in his hand and squeezed it. I sighed. Then he slowly stroked it up and down, applying a constant heavy pressure. I gasped.
Then he lowered his head and I felt his hot breath on my cock! What was he doing? He wasn't, was he? Oh fuck! He was! He was going to suck my cock! He lowered his head and sucked the head of my cock. Then he ran his tongue around the head and into my piss slit, and I moaned louder.
He kept his grip on my cock, and then put more of my cock into his mouth. He sucked it down and ran his tongue around it. I groaned, and knew I wasn't going to last. I was too keyed up!
He pumped my cock with one hand, sucked on my cock, worked it with his tongue, and reached down and massaged my now tight ball sack. "OH!" I moaned, and thrust up into his mouth.
His hand went a bit faster, and he sucked a bit harder, and I felt it rushing up on me and knew it was imminent!
"Oh, fuck! I'm cumming!" I practically yelled, as I bucked on the chair, trying to get every bit of contact I could between my dick and him. After the first spurt, he removed his mouth and pumped the remaining ropes of cum across my chest and stomach.
I was gasping for air as he continued to pump me, milking it all out. Then I gasped and tried to pull my cock out his hand; it was just too sensitive! "Please!" I begged to be released. He smiled, as he released my cock and sat back on his haunches.
I sat there panting for a couple of seconds as I came back down from the high. As I regained reality I looked around. All of the men were smiling at me. I had just blown another load in front of a group of strangers! And a guy had sucked my cock! Fuck! I couldn't believe all of this.
Sam reached up and rubbed cum around my crotch. "Helps prevent any chaffing." He wiped up one splotch and brought his finger to my mouth. I opened it, and licked his finger clean. Eating my cum again! Shit!
"Okay, go in the back with Jim and take a quick shower and wash off any hair. It can get real itchy if you don't." I stood, and Jim walked over, gently took me by the arm and started leading me to the back. Sir followed us back.
Once in the back, I went to the corner and followed the routine I had before, including squatting and washing my ass crack. Jim dried me roughly, touching every part of me, especially my crotch and my crack.
When he was finished, Sir came over and inspected me. It was the first time he had touched me, and viewed me thoroughly. He looked down each arm and armpit. He ran his hand across my chest and stomach, and then along every inch of my back.
He squatted and inspected each leg, from my feet to my thighs, touching every part of me. By the time he finished all of that, I was swollen and pointing at the ceiling again. He then had me bend over and ran his hand up and down my crack.
Then he had me stand up, and he began inspecting my balls by rolling them around in the pouch. He flexed my cock and bent and squeezed it. I moaned, and I heard a soft chuckle.
"Nice specimen you got there," Jim said, as Sir stood up and released me.
"Yes, I think he will do nicely," Sir said with authority.
He turned back to me. "Okay, boy, let's get you back to the car."
He led me to the back door and, when he opened it, I realized that I had to walk a ways to his van, and I was naked and hard. I followed him, with my head down. I heard a car horn and didn't know if it was about me or not, but I felt humiliated once again for being on display this way. But my cock swelled and twitched, so this had to be turning me on.
Back at the van, after opening the back door, he told me to get in. I got in and sat down. He left the door open and moved away, leaving me exposed to anyone driving by. Again, my nerves were taut and my body was tense and on the point of trembling. I felt I had to keep my jaw clenched to keep my teeth from chattering.
He watched me for a while this way, and then closed the door. He got in the driver's seat and said, "You did well, boy. This is a good way to start off your first day."
"Thank you, Sir," I said, feeling a wash of pride rise in me that I had pleased him.
As he drove back, I was again aware of how exposed I was sitting back here. Sitting in the center of the seat as I was, people in cars on either side could look in and see me naked. I kept my eyes forward and tried not to think about the outside. Instead, I tried to wrap my mind around what was going on.
Here were men that obviously enjoyed other men, got off on it, and liked to use me to get off. What did that make me? Then a thought struck me: was Sir expecting me to do those things to him? And if so, what kinds of things? Mental images ran through some of the library of porn I had seen. I had seen guys getting and giving blow jobs, and I found one vivid image in my memory of a guy being fucked by another guy. He didn't expect me to do that did he?
My mind raced with all the what-ifs. And mixed in with that was the "what are those guys thinking of me," me allowing myself to be so humiliated and degraded in front of them. Fuck, I thought not for the first time, and probably not the last, I had a year of the unknown ahead of me, and I wondered if I would make it.
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