From Chapter 9
"Open your mouth and simply lie there with it open, and my cock hanging on your lips."
He did so and I slowly resumed pissing and as his mouth was filled it overflowed onto his cheeks, ran down both sides of his neck onto the sheets and down his chin onto his chest. Again I stopped and sat there looking down at him. I said, "You have a choice. You can either swallow or move to get up and go into the bathroom and spit it into the toilet. Your choice and either way there will be no penalty."
Chapter 10
From Chris Parry's point of view
Without saying another word he got up and went into the bathroom to finish empting his bladder. I lay there trying to think what to do. I had taken a scene whereby the trust between us had been established and crushed it; I had trampled on the sprouts of our love for each other. I had fucked up badly. I swallowed his mouthful of piss and lay there crying; not sobbing but with the tears simply flowing down my cheeks. Charles came back into the bedroom and got onto the bed. He never said anything to me and his face was void of any expression; he simply lay there propped against the headboard staring at me.
"Master, I am so sorry. Please don't be mad at me. I am trying. I love you and I need and want you as my lord and master. I will do anything for you. Please give me another chance.
"What did you do with the mouthful of piss?"
"I swallowed it."
"Do you realize that at the beginning of that little test that all I asked you was to tell me one of the ways that a guy feels after getting his rocks off?"
"Yes sir I do and I jumped to a conclusion and the wrong conclusion at that."
"Do you realize why I treat this matter as being so serious?"
"Because I defied you and failed to do as I was told."
"No. Because you failed to trust me and my judgment. If something bad could happen to you if you drank my piss I would never have put you in the position; I would never endanger you, but I will push you to the absolute limits."
Tears continued to flow down my cheeks as he leaned down and kissed me with open mouth. His tongue licked all over the inside of my mouth and I realized that he wanted my tongue to follow his back into his mouth and as I did so my spit and the leftovers of his piss went also. Breaking off the kiss he said get the sheets off the bed and come get into the shower.
From Charles Green's point of view.
That really could not have gone any better if I had written a script: I taught him about trust; he fucked up and was disappointed at himself; he accepted a mouthful of my piss and said that should be the punishment; and then he swallowed it. Breaking him is not only going to be fun it is going to be shorter and easier than I had hoped, resulting in his committing himself to me 100%.
While Chris was taking the sheets off of the bed I was getting the gear ready for his next challenge. I put several disposable razors and the can of shaving cream on the side of the bath tub and turned on the water to get it to the right temperature. Chris came into the bathroom with his head hanging down. I stood there and reached over putting my hand under his chin and lifted it up so that he was looking me in the eyes. "Get over it. I have; you need to learn from it and be stronger because of it." Smiling I continued, "By the way how did the mouthful of my piss taste?"
He had a shameful expression complimented by a smile and said, "Nowhere near as bad as I thought that it would."
"Why did you swallow it?"
"I figured that it was already in my mouth, I have a load of your cum in my stomach and have taken several in my pussy so why not. But the complete truth is as I was lying there looking up at you I wanted to swallow it because it allows me to have another part of you in me; it ties me to you in a closer manner. It also shows and demonstrates my subservience to you. When you decide, I am perfectly ready to accept your piss anywhere any time. I want you to know that while I may fuck up, it is not because I want to, and please even as I do fuck up I want and need you to punish me for fucking up and to make me stronger because of my fuckups."
I took him in my arms and hugged him, running my hands up and down his spine. I discovered a good sized tuft of hair at the top of the crack of his ass and I played with it as I planned on how exactly push him to his next limit. I got into the shower with him and handed him a wash cloth and the soap. "I want you to wash my face and then to shave me."
Chris took the cloth and washed my face. He then picked up the can of saving cream and a razor and said, "I was worried when I first saw the razor and cream and am glad to know if is for shaving of our faces."
"I can imagine.
He carefully shaved my face with no nicks and then washed me paying careful attention to my balls. He then put down the cloth and soap, lifted my dick and put it into his mouth, skinning back my foreskin so that he cleaned the "cheese" with his mouth and tongue. He then soaped up his hands and stuck his finger up my shute, wiggling it around, pulled it out, rinsed it off and repeated the process until I was clean.
I said, "Give me the soap and wash cloth." He did so and I proceeded to wash him. When I got to his ass, I washed it as he had mine, and with my finger in him, I said, "Every night you will take a stool softener and every morning you will sit on the toilet until you have a bowel movement. At that point you need to clean yourself out. I think the best way is to get in the shower and use this tube which is hooked up to the shower head."
I showed him the tube, put my hand on his back and bent him over at the waist. I then took the tube and put it up his ass and turned on the water. He jumped as the water flooded his passage. When done I told him to let it out and it ran clear. I said, "The only purpose of the water is to clean any residue so that when we fuck I don't get a dirty dick. Of course if you have to shit more than once you are going to have to clean yourself out because if my dick gets any shit on it ... well you know what they say, `shirt flows downhill.'"
He was now clean and I picked up the shaving cream and put some in my hand, and then put it on his face and neck. I shaved his face as he had mine, running my hands along his jaw line and lips to be sure I had not missed any places. When done I put his face into the water to rinse off the remnants of the shaving cream. He said, "Thank you."
From Chris Parry's point of view.
I was complete relaxed. Charles had been really great about my fuck up and yes I had learned from it. I enjoyed being washed and shaved; I felt clean and understood his instructions about cleaning myself every day. I was ready to get out of the shower when Charles moved me so that I was out of the falling water, looked me in the eyes, and started kissing me. I could feel him moving around but really did not pay much attention. As I felt his hands on my chest I leaned out of the kiss, looked down and said, "What the hell are you doing?" I could see he was lathering my chest with shaving cream.
He replied, "Well what does it look like I am doing? I am putting shaving cream on your chest, and by the way you just earned yourself 20 licks on the ass for attitude adjustment."
I blushed knowing that I was wrong and got myself under control as he took the razor and started shaving all of the hair off of my chest. As he dragged each stroke I saw one of my main stays of manhood going down the drain. With my short dick and deferring attitude I had always looked at the hair on my chest as evidence of my manhood. As Charles finished shaving my chest he lifted my arms and shaved each of my pits. As I stood there all of the hair on my chest down to my navel was gone and my arm pits were now totally bear and smooth.
Charles put down the razor and ran his hands over my pecs and pits. He looked at my arms, picked the razor up and shaved each arm from the hairs on my fingers all the way to my shoulder. I was now devoid of any hair from my eye brows to my navel, both front and back. I looked naked front and back; I looked like I was 13 again and just starting puberty.
I put a smile on my face and thought to myself well I will just have to shower at home from now on and go to the gym when no one I know is working out. I realized that Charles was speaking to me and I was zoned out. I looked at him and saw that he was holding out the shaving cream. I took the can and asked him, "What do you want me to do with the can?"
"I want you to start at your navel and put shaving cream going down until you get to the point where your sack ends and your taint begins and from the crease of your thigh across your tummy to the other crease. In other words I want the hair on your legs, the hair at the top of your crack and the hair in the crack and around your pussy. I really think that it is a real turn on to look at the lips of your pussy when I have fucked it, and some of my cum has leaked out and saturated your hairs down there. It also is a treat to eat you out and to suck on that hair. I like the hair on your legs because it is so fuzzy, but that reminds me. Hand me the cream and the razor because the hair on your toes and the top of your feet has to go."
I put the cream on my pubes and slowly denuded myself. When done Charles put a towel around me and dried me off. He leaned into me and whispered in my ear, "You will shower every day at the end of your shift with all the guys watching, and at that time you will shave yourself. On the days that you have off you will shave yourself at the gym after your workout. Now go get me the skin lotion and get on the bed." I did and he rubbed lotion into all of the areas that had been shaved indicating that it was to be done daily – every time I shaved so that my skin would stay soft and free of any razor burns or other irritants.
I finally looked at him, smiled (I might as well make the best of it as he was within his rights to do as he pleased, but I wanted to fully understand his motivation so that I could obtain maximum benefit) and said, "So that I fully appreciate the lesson you want me to learn, may I ask why?" I was afraid that he might take it as being defiant of him or refusing him and I really was not.
From Charles Green's point of view.
"Remember what I said about your deference and showing of respect being dependent upon the circumstances, well your asking the question that you did, in the manner that you did lets me know that you are not refusing me or defying me. The reason that I wanted your chest, pit and arm hair gone is because they are the underlying vestiges of your white cop attitude. Your pubic hair is gone because it strips you of your manhood. Your cock use to be hidden in your pubic hair; now it will be on display and people will be able to see clearly what you have. I want everyone to be able to clearly see your cock, not because it is small, but because it is useless. You have never fucked anyone, male or female and you never will. What are you?"
"I am your bitch."
"That's right and bitches don't have manly hair. Did you notice that when you were eating my ass that there is no hair in the crack or around the hole? Well the reason is because I am not a bitch, no one fucks me in the ass, I don't have a pussy and I don't need bitches hair. A bitch squats or sits to pee; I don't."
"Your lack of hair is going to cause you to be humiliated and you having to publicly continue to shave it will be a huge cause of embarrassment. Now if anyone has anything to say about it in my presence I will put them in their place. If they say something in yours I want you to respond that you are doing it because your life partner wants it done, and if they don't like it they can take it up with me. Then you will give them my name. Understood?"
"Yes sir."
"Now let's go get some breakfast and run our errands. Oh by the way, go into the bedroom and put all of your underwear into a clean pillow case, not one off of the bed, together with all of your shorts. We will drop them by one of the thrift stores. I am going in the kitchen with what I want you to wear today."