Date: Fri, 23 Feb 2007 23:04:59 -0500
From: Michael J. Griffith <zbald1@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: The Warehouse, Chapter 5: The Groom

Bull walked away, placed his thumb on the lock to open the door, and
left Jack alone. At least Jack was warm and dry now, if still chained
to the floor. At least he could turn and see the door. A few minutes
later, the door opened, and a short, husky man entered behind Bull.
The man was as hairless as Slick, and there was no question about the
groom's pubes. The man was naked. The groom did not have a single
hair on his body, save his eyelashes. Even his eyebrows were missing.
The groom walked over and faced Jack, head bowed, and said, "I'm here
to serve you, sir. Sir is a magnificent specimen of masculinity. Let
me shave your face, so the contrast between light and dark highlights
your cheeks and jaw line. If I may, I'd like to open your robe, and
see how I can make your manhood look its best."

Jack felt Bull reaching around him, and his robe opened just enough
to expose Jack's genitals. The groom fell to his knees and exclaimed,
"Sir's cock is a thing of beauty. I pray, please let me trim a small
bit of Sir's gorgeous hair to make Sir even more attractive."

Once again, Jack was in shock. Here he stood, naked in front of a
little hairless troll on his knees, begging to touch him. Bull stood
silently behind him. Jack had been caged, sold, carried off in the
back of a pickup truck, hung from a post, forced to watch that
strange video, had gallons of cold water forced up his ass, even more
cold water sprayed on him, and now, dry and warm, had a man calling
him Sir and wanting to touch his dick. Jack was utterly dumbfounded.
He had absolutely no point of reference any more. One minute treated
like an animal, and the next, called Sir.

Bull leaned forward and whispered, "Tell the groom he may proceed.
He's here to serve you, just as you are here to serve Master Mike."

Jack remained silent for a few moments, then said, with just a bit of
authority, "Groom, prepare me for my Master."

The groom quickly jumped to his feet and ran across the room. Bull
released Jack's ankles from the floor, then stood up and showed Jack
to a barber chair in th opposite corner, where his groom was waiting.
How did Jack miss all these strange bits of furniture when he was
first brought into the room? When he was first chained to the post,
it was seemingly barren. Bull sat him down in the chair, gently but
firmly. Bull asked, "Will you behave if I unfasten your hands?"

"Yes, sir."

With a click, Jack's wrists were freed.

"Place your hands on the chair arms. Relax, and let the groom do his
job. If you struggle, the groom might nick you, and I guarantee I
will turn you over to Slick to continue your grooming."

"I want to help you, but I will not tolerate any disobedience. Do you
understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Slick does things his way, and I do things a little differently. The
end result will be the same, so it doesn't matter to me. It's your
choice. You won't have many choices at The Warehouse, and even fewer
in the Training Center."

Jack took a deep breath and lowered his hands slowly to the arms of
the barber chair. He looked across the room and saw the place where
he was chained to the floor over the big x. The floor was sloped
toward a large drain. There was a cart filled with strange devices,
hoses and rubber bags. Besides the eyebolts on the floor, there were
shower nozzles and hooks on two walls. That was Slick's playground,
but for the moment, Jack was free from Slick.

Bull handed a Jack a bottle of cold water. Jack eagerly drank it
down. Bull asked if he wanted another one. Jack said yes, and a fresh
bottle appeared, while the groom waited patiently. When Jack was
finished drinking, the groom tilted the chair back and wrapped a hot
towel over Jack's face.

"The heat will soften Sir's wonderfully coarse beard. Please relax
while I use the clippers to make your cock and balls more attractive."

The groom then turned on the clippers, and Jack flinched.

"Please relax, Sir. I would never think of hurting you. Lie back, and
let me make you even more attractive, if that's possible."

Jack felt someone take his hand. Bull leaned over and said, "Let the
groom do his work. He's here to make you look your best."

Jack heard, and occasionally could feel, the electric clippers remove
some of his pubic hair, as well as the hair on his cock and balls.
The groom's touch was delicate. When Jack flinched a bit, Bull gently
squeezed Jack's hand to calm him. Jack felt a soft brush cleaning
away the shorn hair. The groom deftly stroked Jack's cock a few
times, then placed a hot towel around Jack's genitals. The groom
walked around behind the chair.

"Time for your shave, sir."

The groom removed the hot towel from Jack's face, and applied hot
shaving cream. Bull looked into Jack's eyes and said, "You're here to
serve, but you can also be served. The Warehouse is a strange and
sometimes wonderful place."

In short order, the groom shaved Jack's face with a disposable razor.
Actually, it took a couple of razors. He then carefully dried Jack's
face, rubbed in some soothing liquid, and applied just a bit of
powder. Jack had never felt so pampered. The groom then announced,
"With your kind permission Sir, I would like to shave your huge cock
and balls."

Jack looked at Bull. Bull let go of Jack's hand and spoke softly.

"Slide down a bit so the groom can do his job."

As Jack slid down and spread his legs, Bull stood behind the chair
and gently massaged Jack's scalp. The groom did his job, once again
with hot shaving cream, a couple of razors, a soothing liquid, and a
bit of powder. For a moment, Jack was relaxed and peaceful. The groom
tilted the chair upright, combed the hair on Jack's head, then
announced, "Thank you for letting me serve Sir. Let me show you my
work."

The groom held up a mirror so Jack could see his face. He looked
pretty damned good. The groom then lowered the mirror to Jack's
crotch, and Jack looked down. He had to admit he looked fuckin'
fantastic. His junk never looked so good! The groom asked, "Is Sir
pleased?"

"Yes. Thank you."

With that, the groom went over to the door, and Bull opened the lock.
Bull walked back to Jack and said, "It's time to present you to
Master Mike."

Bull helped Jack up from the barber chair, and tied Jack's robe closed.

"It's showtime, Jack. Master Mike is going to love you!"

With that, Bull opened the door and instructed Jack to go to the door
across the hall. That door opened, and there stood Slick. Jack froze,
but Bull moved him firmly forward. The door closed behind them. Jack
had all but forgotten he was still wearing leather wrist and ankle
cuffs. Bull yanked the robe off, and grabbed his right wrist, just as
Slick jumped forward and grabbed Jack's left wrist. In no time at
all, the wrist cuffs were attached to chains hanging down from the
ceiling. Slick stepped back, and pushed a button on the wall, and the
chains began to raise. Bull stepped back and said, "The game is
called 'good cop, bad cop' and you are now officially fucked!"

The chains kept lifting Jack until his feet barely rested on the
floor, then stopped. Both Bull and Slick walked around Jack a couple
of times, laughing. Then, swiftly, each grabbed an ankle cuff and
chained Jack's legs to bolts on the floor. Jack could barely support
his weight on his toes.

"I think he's ready for inspection."

"Should we put a butt plug in him? You know the Master is going to
want that hole stretched."

"He will probably want those tits puffed up and those balls hanging
lower as well. Let our Master provide guidance."

"You're right. This piece of meat is ready for inspection."