Crouching down, Scott removed his shoes and socks. His trousers and boxers were next. Once they were removed, Scott stood completely naked. He assumed he was doing that directly in front of Joe, but he really didn’t know. Not being able to see made Scott acutely aware of how vulnerable he was. His hands formed into nervous fists at his sides.
“Joe?”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Joe promised.
Scott took a step to his left, shuffling his bare feet on the cold tile floor as he desperately tried to find a posture that mightmake him look like less of an idiot while he stood around, naked and hard, waiting for another order.
Folding his arms across his chest would look defensive. Trying to cover his cock would be pointless. Pockets, Scott realised—that was what he needed, pockets he could push his hands into and—
“Come here.”
Scott turned his head toward the sound of Joe’s voice. Hesitant, waving his arms about in front of him and feeling along the floor with his toes, Scott made his way toward where he hoped Joe stood.
His fingers brushed against something. It felt a bit like leather, maybe like some sort of leather cushion?
“Sit down,” Joe ordered.
Joe was doing something as he spoke. Metal rattled against metal, but Scott couldn’t work out what made those sounds as he turned and perched nervously on the edge of the seat, waiting for another order—preferably one that involved taking off the damn blindfold.
“Sit back properly,” Joe corrected. “There’s a back support. Lean against it”
Scott wriggled further onto the seat, trying not to think about his hard-on bobbing in front of him every time he moved. He reached behind him, trying to find the back of the chair. It seemed to slope away from him at a really strange angle. Frowning behind the blindfold, Scott leaned back well over forty-five degrees, until he finally lay against it.
Whatever the chair was upholstered with was cold against his skin, but it quickly warmed up. That was good…
Scott took a deep breath and tried to remain calm, but he was incapable of slowing his racing pulse. Far too much adrenaline raced through him as he waited for Joe to really gettheir date started—possibly by telling him why he’d brought him there of all places.
Another metallic rattle. This time it came from somewhere just above Scott’s head. He tilted back his head, automatically trying to see what it was.
Scott jumped when Joe wrapped his hand around his wrist, but it wasn’t until Joe guided his hand toward something above his head and fastened some sort of restraint around his wrist that every muscle in his body tensed.
* * * * *
When Scott tried to pull his hand away, Joe automatically tightened his grip on the cuff he’d placed around Scott’s wrist. It wasn’t difficult to keep Scott’s hand where he wanted it. Joe waited a moment, to see if Scott wanted to speak up and yell his safe word at the top of his lungs. But Joe’s initial instinct seemed to have been right. Scott’s reaction was borne of surprise rather than any real objection to being tied up.
Fastening the first cuff to the metal rail at the top of the bench, Joe repeated the process with Scott’s other hand. Just as Joe suspected, Scott made no attempt to pull away this time. He accepted the bondage with apparent pleasure. His erection remained firm, pointing straight up toward the ceiling of the salon’s back room.
Joe smiled, his own cock growing harder at the sight of Scott’s natural submission. Making his way around the bench, Joe took hold of one of Scott’s ankles. Momentary tension filled Scott’s leg, before he relaxed and gave Joe his silent consent to bind his ankles as well.
Instead of reaching for another cuff, Joe lifted Scott’s leg and placed it neatly in one of the stirrups attached to the salon’s waxing bench. Scott’s blindfold shifted slightly as he frowned.Joe stared down at him, wondering if Scott had guessed what he intended to do with him yet.
“Joe?”
Nope. Joe’s smile morphed into a grin. Scott obviously didn’t have a clue.
“Yes, Scott?” Joe asked, his tone as innocent as he could make it. Lifting Scott’s other leg, he placed it in the stirrup on the other side of the bench, before stepping back to admire the picture he’d created.
Naked and helpless, Scott had never looked more gorgeous. Joe moved closer and stood between Scott’s spread legs. He ran his fingers through the fine blond hairs that covered Scott’s balls and the area around his cock. Before long, Scott was going to look even better.
“W-what are you…?” Scott began. “I m-mean…?” He cleared his throat, apparently unable to find a whole sentence that fitted the situation.
Joe didn’t rush to help him out. Stroking his fingers through the strands of hair above Scott’s cock, he followed the light blond trail all the way up to his navel, then back down to the root of his erection.
“What are you g-going to do to me?” Scott finally blurted out. He didn’t sound scared as such—more like nervous and fascinated in equal measure.
“I’m going to get rid of all this,” Joe said, tugging lightly at a few of the strands. “Shave you nice and clean for me.”
Joe studied all that was visible of Scott’s face, but it was impossible to read his expression accurately past the blindfold. He half expected a loud “no”, quickly followed by Scott’s safe word, but it didn’t come.
