Date: Fri, 31 Aug 2012 14:05:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Val's Answer

Val learned to not mind not having body hair. At first, he hid his crotch
from eyes in the gym even kept his arms down to hide the smooth armpits.

Eventually after he had been turned into the smooth skinned boy, he forgot
about it, until someone stared or even got a comment.

He heard bad and good reactions ranging from "kid you old enough to be
here?" to "Love smooth hot boys like you".

Then Val began to wear smaller and smaller Speedos to show off his boyish
body, glancing to see who stared at him, who muttered some comment to a
friend when he passed by and who smiled at him and his obvious pouch
aroused by his exhibition in his white translucent wet cloth.

It had started when he was in high school, submitting to the dominating man
who lived near the bowling alley where he worked part time.

The sex was hot, the way the man treated him was exciting and as he hung
tied from the rafters, the man's hands wielded the blade that scrapped the
relished curly hair from his crotch, balls, legs, armpits.

Each time was different.  Val's excitement increased when the man told him
to return only after the hair grew back.

And when he arrived, the group of men stared and smiled at him. He stripped
in front of them because the man told him too. He submitted to the groping,
pinching, and finally shaving and thanked the men with his hungry lips.

"Wait a two months" the man had said on the phone. Val got hard immediately
knowing that in 60 days something new was going to happen to him. He
masturbated daily and nightly thinking about it. He knelt in the bathrooms
taking cocks in both ends. He knew something more was wanted and needed.

So when he arrived 60 days later, he quietly obeyed being blindfolded and
put in the back of a truck for a bumpy ride that seemed to take hours.

He felt the sharp blade that cut off his clothing. His cock was hard
already but throbbed more hearing the voices in whatever room he was in.

As hands pulled him to a surface and began to strap his head, shoulders,
arms, chest, hips and legs he knew this was indeed going to be different.

"You can yell as loud as you want here" the man's deep voices made Val's
inner organs vibrate with excitement.

The warmth felt good on his body almost too nice. Val felt his cock soften
a bit at first, then something pressed down on the stuff and he waited. The
room around him grew quiet from the laughter, chatter and comments.

The pain was instant, surprising and shocking him. Val indeed yelled loudly
and he heard the laughter around him.

His skin burned. Val's master's hand patted where the pain had hit him.

"Good boy, keep screaming, it's going to be a long night"

Warmth, patting, then pain.  Each time across his pubic area, inside his
legs, his armpits.

Turned over, Val calmed down, though he knew more pain was ahead. His head,
shoulders, waist, legs were strapped down once again.

A hand moved over his furry thighs and a finger went between his
buttocks. Warmth, pat and pain as each area of growth were removed again
and again.

Val screamed each time, cursed and begged knowing his pleas would be
ignored and his screams laughed at.

He knew the worst was ahead as the warmth covered his testicles handing
below him. The hand grasped them and another hand patted his butt.

It was a shock to his system.  Without knowing he would, Val's body jolted
when the first waxed area on his balls burned him. Then another and
another, each time faster and more painful.

His gut wrenched and spilled his sperm out with each scream.

The laughter was louder especially when those gathered saw his pain induced
orgasms and still hard cock.

Hands moved over his body in attempts to find areas still needing
waxed. The attention turned his brain memory of pain into exciting
sensations.

Fingers probed him, hands fondled his smooth flesh bag of glands, and his
cock strained as fists slid its length. Even his armpits, torso, arms and
legs endured the patting, sliding and examination.

He lay on his back next, legs tied high as more warmth, patting and pain
made Val writhe, yell and beg.

Val knew what was ahead. The man he called Sir and Master for three years
by then had told him.

He knelt near as the electric razor did what it had done before, letting
his thick hair fall to his shoulders.

What was next hadn't happened before as his Owner covered his head with
warm shaving cream and then shaved his skull fully smooth.

Val wasn't sure if he could endure the waxing he presumed was next.

Instead he heard his Master announce that whoever wanted him for the year
ahead could mark him now.

The warmth wasn't from the waxing his Master had used that evening. It was
liquid landing on the newly shaven skull, his waxed armpits, arms, chest,
crotch, buttocks, ass crack and legs. He turned and moved as they told him
too.

"You have one year to use him however you want. Each of you has the number,
call it and this pig will report to you. This pig will be available 24/7,
he won't work, no classes, no excuses, he will obey. He has no choice, do
you boy?"

And Val, his cock bouncing, replied as he had been trained to do.

"NO SIR"