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Subject: A Close Shave


Author:
stan-the-belt-man
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Date Posted: 15:30:53 12/20/19 Fri

[This is a sequel to my earlier story, "The Barber".]

Victor was my barber. He owned the only barber shop in town. I made frequent visits to his home for sex. However, that entailed some risk on my part because when HE was in the mood for it, he would whip the living daylights out of me with his razor strap. Victor was a true sadist. He would tie me down on his bed so I couldn't escape and then "apply" the razor strap to my sensitive buttocks until I was screaming in pain. He got turned on hearing my screams and watching my body's futile efforts to escape from the strap.

Victor had just invited me over to his place for a Saturday evening. I never quite knew what to expect when I went over to Victor's. Soon after I arrived at his home, he told me to take off all my clothes. That was normal and to be expected. But this time, he told me to lie face-up on his bed. If he was going to give me a spanking with his razor strap, he would have made me lie face-down.

After I lay on Victor's bed, he tied my hands and feet to the 4 corners of the bed with rope. I had no idea what he was going to do. I noticed that, on his nightstand, he had one of those old-fashioned machines that dispensed hot lather, which barbers used to apply to customers when giving them a shave with a straight razor. Victor took a large handful of that hot lather and completely covered my cock and balls with it! The heat from the lather caused me to have an instant erection. Then, Victor picked up a straight razor from the nightstand and sharpened its blade with his razor strap. I became increasingly anxious as I heard the sound of the blade scraping back-and-forth across the stiff leather surface of the strap.

I was terrified when Victor approached me with that straight razor in his hand! I held my breath, afraid to make the slightest move, as his straight razor approached my genitals! Then, I felt the fingers of his left hand slowly wrap themselves around my cock, holding on to it with a firm grip as he began to shave off all my pubic hair. Luckily, my dick remained hard during the entire ordeal. I hate to think what might have happened if it had gone limp! When Victor was finished with my "shave", I breathed a sigh of relief.

Victor released me from the rope that held me captive. He rolled me over onto my stomach, and then, he tied me face-down on his bed. I was now in more familiar terrain. I had no doubt my ass would soon feel the sting of Victor's razor strap. In spite of the countless times he had used his strap on me before, I never developed any immunity to the pain. But I kept returning to Victor because he provided the hottest sex in town for a gay man, and submission to his razor strap was the price I had to pay for that pleasure. Victor administered the "usual" 20 lashes with the strap. However, instead of evoking his sympathy, my cries of pain and pleas for mercy only got Victor more sexually excited, causing him to lay the strap on even harder! I screamed my head off during the entire whipping.

Victor said he only liked to fuck guys whose asses he had first "warmed up" with his razor strap. So, after the final lash, Victor placed the palm of his hand on my butt and proclaimed that I was ready to be fucked. I moaned in pain as Victor's pelvis pushed repeatedly against my inflamed buttocks.

Several days after my visit with Victor, my butt was still recuperating from the punishment it had received. I looked in the mirror and noticed that the black-and-blue marks left by Victor's razor strap were still visible. And, adding to my humiliation, as my pubic hair started to grow back, my crotch began to itch like the devil!

For the curious, this story was a complete fantasy. Readers are discouraged from using a straight razor in the risky manner described in this story. Besides, the application of a razor strap to a reluctant guest's buttocks should provide more than enough entertainment for most guys.

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