It was the night before the wedding and Mark was getting excited. Not long now before his chastity device can come off and he can start a new chapter of his life. He was in his bedroom with his mum and sisters who were preparing him for the big day ahead.
Mum, Donna and Melanie had a couple of bottles of champagne to share between them as they prepared Mark for his nuptials. There were only 3 glasses. Males were not permitted alcohol in the CFNM Republic. They were expected to stay sober to ensure they could perform whenever they were required to and no occasion more than on their wedding day. Mark had never experienced alcohol so again did not feel he was missing anything. Melanie on the other hand knew exactly what her big brother was being deprived of.
Marks genitals had to be prepared for his wife but to do this properly the chastity device had to be removed. Sally did this deftly and within 60 seconds it was off. She had become a pro at this over the last month.
The first task was to shave Mark's balls again as it was customary for a groom to be presented to his bride with shaved balls. The rest was up to her after they were woman and husband.
This time, Mark's hands were cuffed to the bed railings behind his head so the women had full access to all his hairy areas and also rendered him helpless and unable to touch his freed cock.
"Melanie, lift your brothers cock up for me so I can access his balls. Donna, can you stretch his scrotum for me so I can shave him clean and comfortably." Both daughters did as they were told and after a dozen or so expert strokes, Mark's bollocks were smooth and hair free.
"Will Elaine approve?" Sally asked her daughters.
"Well she is a fool if she doesn't," said Donna, running her hand over hand over her brother's smooth hefty balls.
"Look at the size of them mum. They are absolutely massive," trilled Melanie. "They must be full to bursting."
"We need to dye his hair now before the device goes back on one last time," said Sally.
Donna went to the bathroom and came back with the purple hair dye in a little black pot with three brushes.
"Lets take a section each," suggested Sally. Each woman put on plastic gloves and picked up a brush. Sally started off by applying the dye to her son's pit hair. The concoction was cold and made Mark shudder and his nipples instantly hardened. She applied the dye liberally and then worked it in with her fingers pulling on the hairs, making sure they were all evenly coated. Her daughters watched eagerly, learning her tricks. One underarm completed, she moved to the other and soon Mark was lay on his back with dark wet lathered patches of hair under each pit.
Donna then took her brush and applied the dye to her younger brother's chest hair of which there was plenty. She noticed the hardness of his nipples, erect through both the coldness and the excitement. She tried to avoid coating them as she dyed the hair around them.
Then it was Melanie's turn. She took the pot from her sister and discarding her brush, poured the remaining dye into her big brother's pubic bush. She worked the dye into his hairs, expertly and evenly and this was the easiest patch of hair to dye as it was by far the bushiest and she was able to get a good lather going. She felt her brothers cock, freed from it's chastity, starting to stir and grow as his bush was twisted and teased. Sally had to keep telling her to back off to let it subside before continuing. The last thing they all wanted was for Mark to have an ejaculation the night before his wedding. They didn't even want his precum wasted.
Once they had finished, they left him chained to the bed for an hour for the dye to take hold. They turned their backs on him and continued to drink their champagne, ignoring him whilst talking about him at the same time. Mark decided to take a nap.
The next thing he knew was being awoken by his handcuffs being removed.
"Get up son," said Sally. "Get in the shower."
Mark padded into the bathroom and stood in the shower. His mother turned on the shower, taking control of the showerhead and washed her first born son like she did when he was a baby. She washed all the excess dye from his hairy parts and then towelled him dry and shouted his sisters in to see the results.
Mark stood there with a deep purple thatch of chest hair and a striking purple bush.
"Arms up Mark," demanded his mum and Mark raised his arms to reveal deep purple patches of pit hair.
"Looks fantastic mum," said Melanie. "I hope Elaine is pleased."
"I'm sure she will be," added Donna.
"Can I take a look?" asked Mark.
"Certainly not," scolded his mum. "It's 9 o'clock and you have a big day ahead of you. Time for bed."
Mark shuffled off to his room and got under the covers. When his mother had gone, he turned on his lamp and took a look at his bush, pits and chest hair and thought what a fucking jerk he looked. He was in trepidation of everyone seeing him like this in the church tomorrow. Sighing, he turned off the light.
Sally and her daughters went back downstairs to open another bottle of bubbly. In this particular household, the males had to be in bed by 9 o'clock sharp. This even included Sally's husband David. The women needed quality time to themselves without having to be bothered with the constant hindrance of their menfolk.
Twelve hours later, Mark was awoken and told to get breakfast prepared with his brother and father, whilst his mother and sisters got dressed for the big day.
"The time saved by them not having to dress, really pays dividends at times like this," chuckled Sally to herself.
At 12 noon, the cars arrived and Sally attached Mark's cock leash to his chastity device and led him to the car. His sisters had gone on ahead in their beautiful purple dresses to attend to the bride. With the other women of the household with the bride, David and Sam were allowed to travel unleashed this once.
As the car drove the short distance to the church, neighbours and well wishers lined the pavements and waved, glimpsing Mark naked from the waist up behind the window. Some took a double take as they noticed the bright patch of purple chest hair on the well toned stud.
At the same time Ryan, Diana, Mateo and Ana were arriving at the church. Diana and Ana looked absolutely splendid, dressed up to the nines in their expensive couture. Ryan and Mateo, walked behind them, buck naked with their cocks firmly leashed but both clean and well groomed in the pubic regions.
They entered the church and took their places near the front on the groom's side. Ryan's mother was already seated and she greeted her eldest son, whom she had not seen in 40 years and certainly had not seen naked for much longer than that with a hug and a kiss. Ryan was very embarrassed but hid it well. He then introduced Ana and Mateo to their grandmother for the first time. Mateo cringed as he saw his grandmother look him up and down before hugging him close, her wrinkled hands touching his bare back and the top of his buttocks. He sat down as quickly as he could.
The grooms wedding car arrived at the church and Mark and his mother, father and brother got out and walked towards the entrance. Elaine's mother Sarah was stood there waiting to inspect her soon to be son in law.
"Bring him here, Sally," she said, giving the lad a quick glance. "Let's see if he passes muster."
Sally led her son over to his future mother in law and presented him before her. Sarah unsuccessfully tried to stifle a laugh when she saw Mark's purple hair and the young man hung his head in shame.
"I'm not sure what Elaine will make of this, Mark," she said, tugging on his chest hair. "Looks fucking ridiculous to me. She might wanna have all that removed before too long."
"I know Sarah, I feel the same way about it," muttered Mark.
"I don't give a shit what you think," snarled Sarah. "It's up to Elaine whether you remain hairy or hairless and from now on you address me as ma'am. Show some respect."
"Sorry ma'am," said Mark quietly.
"Now what I want to know is how his bollocks are coming along," she asked, of Sally. "I hope he has been in constant chastity since we last spoke."
"Yes Sarah, he has," said Sally. "He's not been allowed to even touch himself for 4 weeks."
"Good," said Sarah. "Can I inspect his balls? I need to know that my daughter is not going to be disappointed."