Mike woke up in the morning and gave his new boy a tight squeeze, nuzzling his beard and nose into his boy's smooth neck. "Boy it's morning, time for you to get up and take care of my needs," he said softly in his deep grizzly voice.
I woke up being squeezed and spoken to, not knowing what was going on I tried to get up. I felt big arms wrapped around me and something on my wrists, locking my arms behind me. "What's going on? What happened yesterday? Why are my hands stuck behind me? Why does my ass feel sticky?" I said groggily, my mind still waking up.
"I'd love to catch you up on what's going on," Mike said. "The massage oil we used had a few side effects. Other than making you extremely relaxed and unable to focus, it ended up removing your unnecessary hair." Still holding me tight, Mike began caressing my smooth cheeks with one hand, sliding his fingertips lightly across my hole. "Only men should have body hair, and since you're my boy now, it only made sense to permanently remove your hair."
"What the fuck! are you serious Mike? That's not possible! You can't do that!" I protested, unable to get out from under Mike's firm hold.
"You're my boy now, I expect you to be the good, polite boy I know you can be. Now stop squirming, I would prefer to not have to punish you for being bad."
A sinking feeling grew in my stomach, what Mike said couldn't be true. "fuck you! You can't do that! You can't do this! Let me go!" I screamed
"I cuffed your hands so you wouldn't do anything stupid, yet the cuffs don't seem to keep you from mouthing off. Looks like since you're forcing my hand, I'll have to do something about that." And with that, Mike rolled over, still holding me down he grabbed a small device from the nightstand. Mike rolled back, right on top of me, turned around so all I could see was his backside, and held me down with his weight.
"You're not going to enjoy this, but it apparently needs to be done," Mike said as he grabbed my balls and tugged them down. "you're going to learn to be respectful, even if it has to be done the hard way." Mike held the device out to his side for me to see before saying, "What I've got here is a locking testicle weight, this one is able to provide an electric shock with a remote." "If you do anything that displeases me in any way, I'll be forced to use it."
Mike dropped the device out of view and from the sensation of cold steel on my scrotum, had begun installing it. With one hand pulling my balls down and the other opening, positioning, and latching the device on, Mike locked the electro ball stretcher in place. Once complete, Mike moved my large cock out of the way to admire his handiwork.
I was still struggling to get out from under the bear of a man when Mike gave my balls a slap, causing me to jolt and exhale sharply. "It looks good on you boy, I think it'll work nicely," Mike said with satisfaction as he crawled off me. Once up, he grabbed a small remote from the nightstand and stood at the edge of the bed.
"Now like I said earlier boy, it's morning, time for you to get up and take care of my needs." "Get over here and get that sweet mouth of yours on my cock," Mike demanded in an authoritative tone.
As I recovered from the slap, I rolled away "Let me go Mike, I didn't do anything to you, plus I'm not a bottom." "I won't tell anybody anything if you just let me go," I said pitifully, hoping Mike would consider it. As I finished begging, I felt a strong electric shock from the device, as if I had been kicked in the nuts. I screamed in pain, curling up in the fetal position, and tried to grab my balls, my arms still cuffed behind my back. Still in agony, unable to move and with my balls still throbbing I felt the cuffs release, Mike unlocking both hands and putting the cuffs back in the drawer.
"I expect you to call me 'Sir' from now on boy, you're going to do exactly as told, when told, or you're going to become very familiar with the feeling you're currently experiencing." "Now don't make me tell you again, get over here and service my cock, boy."
Still in agony, afraid of Mike using the device again I rolled back over and brought my face up to his crotch. Mike was standing at the edge of the bed, looking down expectantly over his brown fur covered chest and belly. Mike's cut cock was semi hard, about 5 inches long and very thick, protruding from a dense, dark brown bush. I brought my face closer to his cock and I could smell the manly sweaty musk emanating from his groin.
"You're not here to stare at it boy, get to work," Mike growled as he placed his strong hand on the back of my head and thrust his crotch into my face. With my nose buried deep in his gooch Mike said, "Take a good long whiff boy, that's what a man smells like, as a bottom you'll learn to love that scent, crave it even." I'd always loved burying my face in a man's hairy ass, deeply breathing in his scent before getting him wet with my tongue. Mike's scent was intoxicating, I found myself becoming aroused, despite the circumstances and the still throbbing pain in my balls.
Mike pulled his hips back, positioned the tip of his now rock hard 6-inch cock on my lips and started pushing on the back of my head. I had no choice but to open my mouth, accepting that I was about to give this large bear of a man a blowjob, my first-time giving head.
"That's it boy, swallow my cock. I want that nose of yours buried in my bush." And with that, in one large motion, he forced his cock to the back of my throat. My nose now tickled by his pubic hair; forehead pressed against his hairy belly. Any time I was able to breath in, all I smelled was the odor from his dense sweaty bush. Each time he thrust forward, his thick cock hitting the back of my throat, my gag reflex kicked in and I couldn't keep from gagging on it.
