Sirge - groomed

Standing naked, I told him to raise his hands above his head. he immediately obeyed as I tied his hands together with the canvas military belt. I then raised his arms up as I tied the other end to the shower curtain rod above his head. My Man, enslaved for me to do as I wanted to his body. he stood there facing the mirror.

It was evident that he was enjoying the experience as I graped his cock and watched a stream of precum leak from the head of his swollen cock. I caught the drip in the palm of my hand then looked him directly in the eyes as I reached up and smeared the precum on his stubbled cheek and across his mouth.

I asked him if he was ready.

he simply replied, "Yes."

With the electric trimmer in my hand, I adjusted the dial.

"You are going short. Very short."

he moaned.

he knew.

I had already warned him I was going to groom him. Tethered like an animal, he was going to be shorn.

The razor hit the upper part of his left armpit.

My cock throbbed as I brought the razor down and watched the hair hit the floor.

I adjusted the guard down one more level and went at his pit again. When I finished that side, I reached and felt the visible stubble left behind. Very masculine. his pit reeked from sweat and spit. I then held my fingers to his nose and he inhaled. he immediately opened his mouth and sucked on my fingers.

I did the same to the other pit as I had just done to his left.

I looked at him and again asked if he was ready as I ran my hand across his chest.

Again he told me he was. And he knew he really didn't have a choice. he had to be ready because I was going to do it.

I ran the razor down from his pec across his chest. Cleaning him up. I grabbed his firm nipple and yanked while I worked my way around his tender flesh.

When his chest was complete, I ran my hand across the light brown fur on his abdomen. I couldn't wait to finish him and again the razor tore away the soft fine hairs down to his crotch.

I took a step back as I shut the razor off and looked at him. My Man, still tied up with the belt, the hair on his pits and body now shorter than the hair on his face. A vision of pure masculinity.

My mutt.

I knelt in front of him and took his cock in my mouth. My cock. My piece of meat. I sucked. I chewed on the flesh as I knew he liked.

I reached up and touched him. The soft fur now replaced with stubble. Erotic and sensual.

I then stood and whispered in his ear that the only thing that could have added to this experience was to have someone, or other guys, watch. Watch his cock throb, watch My mutt get trimmed. I am sure there were men out there that would have loved to have simply been in the room and watch me take possession of his body with the razor.

I then untied him and told him that I was going to let him touch himself. As he intrinsically placed his arms down by his sides, I anticipated his reaction of feeling the effects of his transformation.

I gave him permission and he ran his hands across his chest. I then touched him, both of us inspecting him. I took control of his hand and moved it up across his pecs. In this direction, you could really feel the rugged stubble. We both firmly felt his pits as our mouths met and i buried my tongue to find his.

We both knew that this experience helped solidify his place in my life - for My mutt to be groomed for his very first time.