A few more seconds of silence passed.
“Any comment?” Joe prompted.
Scott’s chest rose and fell as he took a deep breath. He shook his head.
Joe’s eyes narrowed as he waited for the gesture to become a lie when Scott finally got around to voicing his objections. But no, Joe’s lips quirked into a smile as his frown eased. That really was it. Scott was his to do with as he pleased.
Joe dropped his gaze to Scott’s cock. Trailing his knuckles along the underside of Scott’s shaft, he watched the way Scott’s stomach muscles tensed and relaxed, making his cock twitch, almost as if it were doing a little dance for Joe.
Now completely focused on the scene before him, Joe trailed his fingers over the light blond curls on Scott’s balls one last time. With his other hand, he reached for the electric trimmers he’d placed on the metal tray next to the waxing bench.
Scott flinched as the clippers whirred noisily into motion. He pulled at the cuffs and lifted his arse off the edge of the bench as he kicked out against the stirrups. The sturdy piece of furniture didn’t even sway.
Joe caught hold of Scott’s cock and forced the rigid shaft to point down toward the stool he sat on, giving no weight to any consideration other than what would make his task easier to complete.
Scott gasped.
“Uncomfortable?” Joe prompted, glancing up.
“A-a little,” Scott admitted. “But…but I don’t m-mind.”
“Good boy.” Joe scooted forward to sit on the very edge of his stool and placed the shaver on the edge of Scott’s pubic hairline. As he brought it forward, pale blond hairs fell away.
Scott whimpered and pressed his head back against the waxing bench. Joe flicked his gaze between Scott’s face and his crotch as he swept another strip of hair away.
Pausing, Joe ran his fingers over the tiny spikes of hair the clippers had left in its wake and brushed away all the loosestrands. Scott lifted his hips off the bench and pushed his crotch up, as eager for his touch as ever.
Pre-cum leaked onto Joe’s hand as Scott’s shaft slid against his other palm.
Joe nodded his approval as he worked the clippers over the rest of the hairs around the base of Scott’s cock, taking each strand down to just a few millimetres in length.
Scott let out a breath of relief when Joe finally allowed Scott’s cock to rise back into its naturally erect position. A murmur of pleasure followed as Joe traced his fingers over Scott’s partially-shaved skin.
“Speak up,” Joe ordered. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
Scott parted his lips and flicked his tongue out to moisten them. “I…”
Joe rubbed his thumb over the almost-bare skin again.
“H-hot. Your hand feels hotter without any h-hair there,” Scott offered.
“Go on,” Joe said.
“But I…I can’t picture it, the hair n-not being there anymore.”
“Good.” Joe picked up the clippers again, switched them on and carefully began to work them over Scott’s balls. More blond strands tumbled toward the floor as he worked.
“G-good?” Scott whispered, as if speaking at full volume might distract Joe into cutting off far more than hair. However, his voice was also rough with desire. Any fear he felt wasn’t turning him off at all.
“I told you tonight would be for my eyes only, didn’t I?” Joe reminded him. “I’m going to be the only one who knows how you’ll look without a single strand of hair hiding any of this skin from me.” He had to alter his position on the therapist’s stool to give his own cock more room in his jeans as he spoke.
Scott’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
“Maybe I won’t let you see yourself at all,” Joe mused, doing his best not to let on just how fast that prospect made his heart race. “I’ll order you to keep your cock covered as much as you can, and to close your eyes whenever you take a shower. I’ll blindfold you whenever we have sex. You’ll never see your balls again. Would you like that?”
Scott shook his head.
“Good.” Joe chuckled. “That would be half the fun.” He carefully stretched the skin covering Scott’s balls as he continued his task.
