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Bill by Luke Owens
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BILL
By Luke Owens
Portland can be a boring town. Sometimes.
I was home on leave from the Navy and had gone out to Dahl
and Penne's one Friday night (the Cell hadn't opened yet, this
being only 1977). I was 21 and wearing my uniform, so I was
getting lots of attention, most of which I didn't want. Then
Bill came up and told me I was coming home with him.
Now Bill wasn't a prettyboy, but he was the hottest man I
have ever seen. He was wearing a khaki cop uniform and filled
it out better than most cops I have seen. I couldn't see his
eyes because he was wearing mirrored sunglasses, but that only
made his fantasy image hotter. I was not only turned on by his
looks, but by his assurance that I would take his orders without
question. This was what I had been looking for! We went to his
place.
When we got to his place, Bill put me through my paces
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after a short talk.
"I ain't into no lovey-dovey crap," he told me. "If I
wanted that, I would've picked up a drag queen or somethin'. By
accepting me, you've placed yourself under my orders and agreed
to follow them without hesitation or question. Understood?"
"Sir, yes, Sir!" I shouted, just like at boot camp.
"Good. Strip and put your uniform on that chair."
I neatly folded my uniform and put it on the chair he had
pointed to. When I turned to face him, he was no more than six
inches from me, holding something made of leather. It was a
hood with laces up the back. He handed it to me and told me to
put it on.
He made sure the hood was on right before he laced up the
back and tied it down firmly. Then he put another piece of
leather over the eyepieces and it snapped on, blocking off my
vision. He then put my wrists into a pair of handcuffs and
locked them behind my back.
"We won't bother with the gag until I decide you need it.
And you will," he said with a grin I could hear, even though I
couldn't see it.
He forced me down to my knees and pushed me down to his
boots and ordered me to lick them. I obeyed eagerly, boots
being one of my favorite things. I love the taste and smell of
polished leather and get a raging hard-on just looking at a nice
pair of boots or even thinking about them. I'm not so turned on
by the soles, but it's all part of the scene, so when Bill
lifted the boots for me to clean the soles, I did. When I was
done with that, I took the toe of his boot into my mouth and
sucked on it like it was a hot cock. He laughed with surprise.
"Shit, you sure like my boots, don't ya, boy?"
I mumbled indistinctly through my full mouth, unwilling to
give up that wonderful leather.
He hit me on top of my head, hard. It didn't really hurt,
because of the hood, but it sure got my attention.
"When I ask you a question, boy, you stop what you're doin'
and answer me! Got that?"
Reluctantly I pulled away from his boot.
"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir, it won't happen again."
"Sorry ain't gonna get your ass fucked, boy. I'm gonna
have to punish you so you'll remember. I'm gonna shave you."
I started begging him not to; I didn't want the guys on my
ship to see me without any hair on my body. I was promising to
be good; to do anything Bill wanted me to, as long as he didn't
shave me.
I should have saved my breath; all I got for my begging was
a gag that snapped to the hood just like the blindfold.
He fastened some kind of collar around my neck and put a
leash on it. I was ordered to my knees and told not to get up
from them until I was given permission. Then Bill started
jerking on the leash and I had to follow him on my knees.
I heard a door open and felt a cool gust of air hit my
body. I balked and Bill jerked the leash harder, but I kept
fighting him; I didn't want to be seen like that from the
street.
"Get your ass out here, kid," he growled. "Ain't nobody
gonna see ya. We're just goin' to the garage through the back
yard and that's fenced in." With that he gave a mighty jerk on
the leash and I fell out the door.
I managed to get back to my knees, no small feat without
the use of my hands, and Bill kept pulling on that leash the
whole time like he didn't care if I was following under my own
power or not.
He got me into the garage and closed the door. I heard him
flip a switch and then he led me to the far wall and told me to
stand up. He pushed me over to where he wanted me and I felt
him putting some kind of restraints on my ankles. Then he undid
the handcuffs and put my wrists, one at a time, into restraints
that held my arms up over my head.
He took the collar off my neck and removed the hood,
replacing the gag with another that didn't need a hood. It was
a leather band that went around my head and held my mouth open.
I wasn't sure what that accomplished, but figured I'd find out
later. Boy, was I right about that!
He held up a straight razor in front of my face. I'd never
seen one before and the way the light glinted off it, I was sure
I didn't want him to use it on me. I couldn't do anything about
it if he did, though.
"You see how sharp this is, boy? You better hold still
because I bet you don't want to lose your balls or somethin'. I
want you smooth and I want you to watch what I'm doin'. We'll
both enjoy it more that way."
With that, he started shaving my left pit. He wasn't using
any kind of soap or shaving cream or whatever, just the razor.
It felt like he was sandpapering my pit.
Obeying his order, I watched as the hair came off my pit.
I was kind of scared about what people would say when they saw
me without any hair, but I was also turned on by what was
happening; my dick told me that.
Bill's dick was just as hard as mine was, but he had more
than I did, if the bulge in his pants was any gauge. He was
still wearing his cop uniform, right down to the mirrored
shades, and looked so hot I thought I would die from wanting
him.
But he kept right on shaving me from the neck down. It
took a long time, but he was patient and got the job done. When
he had finished, he took the gag out of my mouth and stood there
expectantly for a few minutes. Not knowing what he wanted, I
looked down at my denuded body. It looked just like a kid's,
not a hair to be seen. It was ugly, but somehow exciting at the
same time. The only reason I didn't get a hard-on was that I
had had one all through the scene.
Finally he grabbed me by the hair on my head.
"Since you're not thanking me, I'll assume you want more
taken off."
With that, he put the gag back in my mouth and walked off.
When he came back, he was carrying a pair of scissors. I
realized right then that he intended to shave my head. I felt
my eyes grow wide and shook my head violently.
"Too late, boy. You had your chance to thank me; now it's
gonna cost you your hair for not doing it!"
He started cutting my hair with the scissors until it was
short enough to shave. That didn't take long, since I wore a
regulation cut. It felt strange being completely hairless. The
air was both hot and cold against the areas Bill had shaved.
This time, when he took the gag out, I was sure to thank
him profusely for the shaving and the lesson. I sure didn't
want my eyebrows taken off, too!
He didn't sSir!" Then I had a thought. "Permission to
speak, Sir!"
"Granted. What's on your mind, boy?"
"Sir, may my next drink be warm, Sir?"
He grabbed me by the back of the hood and tilted my head
up.
"You sure about that, boy?"
"Sir, yes, Sir!" I shouted eagerly.
"Well, I'll be damned!" he muttered. He unzipped his pants
and shoved his cock in my mouth. "Just remember, you asked for
this, boy!"
His piss flooded my mouth and I drank it as though it was
going out of style. It tasted just like warm beer and I loved
it. His reminder that I had asked for it wasn't needed; I had
done this before and was a big fan of recycled beer. Evidently
Bill was used to guys who hadn't done anything of this type
before and had to be forced.
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