The Model Slave
[This is one of my favorite fantasy stroke stories — I hope you might like it, too! —alan]
The Model Slave [G]
Submission Date: 2001-05-22
By: androboy (David19) (firstname.lastname@example.org)
[Gay] [Testicles] - Fiction
Tommy visits a piercing parlor to get his nipple pierced and ends up living out his deepest fantasties.
Hal Black was busy doing an inventory of equipment on hand – he’d been forced to fire his last receptionist/office manager. He’d hated to lose the girl, but aside from being a bit of eye candy for his straight customers, the damn girl couldn’t remember to keep an accurate inventory of fresh piercing needles, antiseptic, and rubber gloves or to place orders for more stock when it was needed. Sitting at his desk in the small office, Hal had just finished making phone orders for new stock when the buzzer from the front door sounded indicating he had a potential customer. Glancing at the security monitor, Hal saw a young man with long blond hair looking nervously at the bulletin board. It was hard to tell from the black and white image, but it looked to Hal like he’d be sending the kid on his way. He really doubted the boy was eighteen and he almost never worked on anyone under that age. Stretching as he got up from the desk, Hal paused to pull a T-shirt over his head before strolling into the waiting room.
Entering the waiting room quietly, Hal found the young man examining the poster for the International Mr. Leather convention that was still a couple of months away. The blond was holding a three by five card in one hand. Scanning the board, Hal noticed that his carefully hand printed notice advertising for a male model was missing – that had to be what the kid had in his hand.
“Can I help you?” Hal asked.
“Oh – hi, um – ah, yeah, I guess you can,” the kid answered, turning the brightest blue eyes in Hal’s direction. “I – um, want to get a piercing,” he added, blushing.
Hal handed the young man a clipboard with questionnaire from behind the receptionist’s desk, pointedly informing the lad that he needed to provide a valid driver’s license or other picture ID to prove he was over eighteen. Pushing his long, golden hair back behind his ears, the boy took a seat and filled out the questionnaire, shyly handing it back to Hal along with his driver’s license. Glancing over it, Hal noticed that Thomas R. Kent was just eighteen and a freshman at the local university.
“They call you Thomas, Tom, or Tommy?” Hal asked, turning his attention to the driver’s license. The picture belonged to the kid in front of him, alright – but what a difference. In the driver’s license picture the lad had a tight crewcut and clean-faced. Now, he had long hair and a scraggly goatee.
“Most people call me Tommy,” the young man answered.
For the first time, Hal offered the young man a slight smile. He figured this kid was the Tommy type – with that boyish face, Tommy was the boy-next-door type. Hal turned his attention back to the form and noticed that young Tommy wanted a nipple piercing. Hal’s grin widened – he wouldn’t mind seeing this young man shirtless. Stepping aside, he directed Tommy back into the sparkling tile procedure room.
“So, you’re here to get your nipple pierced,” Hal asked directing Tommy into the old-fashioned barber chair where he did most of his work on clients. Blushing again, Tommy nodded. “Which one do you want done?”
“Well, I was thinking about doing the – ah, the right one,” Tommy stuttered.
“You sure you want the right one done?” Hal asked. “You know, in some circles that might be seen as a message.” Tommy’s answer was to nervously lick those pretty lips of his and nervously nod his head. Hal decided to take a chance and started pulling Tommy’s T-shirt off. “Okay, let’s see what you’ve got to work with.”
Hal’s dick gave a little jump at the sight of the young man bare-chested. Tommy had a nice trim build – kind of like a swimmer or gymnast – with well-developed pecs. Hal ran a hand over the boy’s chest appreciatively – aside from a light fuzz, the boy was hairless. Hal had Tommy lean back as he engaged the clutch on the old chair and leaned it back to a reclined position. Standing close to the chair, Hal began kneading Tommy’s nipple between his finger and thumb.
“Noticed you checking out the IML poster,” Hal said conversationally, as he continued playing. “Thinking about going there?” Licking his lips again, Tommy nodded, afraid to speak. “So, you’re a little leather boy, huh?” Hal gave the boy’s nipple a sharp tweak. “You have a Master to show you the ropes, yet?”
“No, not yet,” Tommy admitted, arching his back slightly as Hal continued his ministrations.
“No, I didn’t think so,” Hal said, patting the boy’s face. “A good Leatherman wouldn’t let his boy out like you are now.” He indicated the index card still clutched in Tommy’s hand. “The modeling notice seems to interest you. Think you’re up it?”
“I – I don’t know,” Tommy hissed, his breath beginning to come in pants. “I – I thought it might be a way to get some experience before I go to the leather conference.”
“Oh you’d get experience, all right,” Hal agreed. He traced his thumb along Tommy’s sweet mouth. Hal rested his thumb against those pink lips and waited. The boy opened his mouth slightly, allowing Hal to slide his thumb in. Almost instantly, Tommy began sucking on the thumb in his mouth. Hal was impressed with the boy’s technique – the kid really knew how to use his mouth. Hal didn’t feel the slightest scrape of those pearly white teeth against his thumb. He hated removing his thumb from such a sweet mouth.
“I’d certainly love to have a model as cute as you to take along to IML,” Hal said. “A pretty-faced leatherboy like you would be an asset to my booth.”
“Yeah, I’m going to have a booth up there,” Hal said, letting his hands drift down to the belt on Tommy’s jeans. “Usually I just take photographs of my work to put on display. A live model outfitted in a leather collar and harness is better advertising though.” He watched the boy’s face as he spoke. He could see how excited Tommy was at the idea of wearing leather and being put on display. “So far, I haven’t found anyone willing to do the kind of modeling I want.”
“What kind is that?”
“The model I have in mind needs to show the quality of my work,” Hal said, unbuckling Tommy’s belt and opening his jeans. “I want people to see how arousing a leather boy is once he’s been specially modified.” Hal’s voice grew more seductive as he pulled Tommy’s jeans down over his slim hips. Finding no underwear, he smiled broadly. Nestled below a thick, curling pubic bush was a nice sized cock, already hard. He freed the boy’s cock from its denim confinement, letting it spring up. Tommy was about six, six and a half inches long and uncut. The boy was perfect. His dick was neither too big, nor too small.
“I can do that,” Tommy offered.
“Don’t be so quick to make offers you might not want to fulfill, boy,” Hal said. “You need a lot of work to be the kind of model I have in mind.” He grabbed a handful of the thick pubic hair. “For one thing, all of this has to go. I want my subject to be totally smooth. I don’t know if you could deal with being as hairless as a little boy again.”
“I can,” Tommy panted. “I’ll shave it off if that’s what you want.”
“No, I’ll shave it off if that’s what I want,” Hal corrected him. “Then, there’s the matter of this foreskin – one of the special services I offer is circumcision. You’ve got a generous amount of extra skin there, boy. I’m sure everyone in the locker rooms has at least noticed it – maybe even commented on it.”
Hal didn’t know how right he was, Tommy thought. All through school, he’d been the only one uncut in his gym classes and had been the butt of taunting and teasing about it. All of his fantasies had been around sleek, smooth, cut penises. His brow knitted as he considered the implications of what Hal was saying.
“Does it hurt?” Tommy finally asked.
“Only if I want it to,” Hal admitted. “There is some sting and soreness, but not real pain.”
Tommy raised his head and stared down at his erection, trying to imagine how it would look streamlined and smooth. He thought about how he used to wish someone would offer to make him look like everyone else. He nodded his head. “You can do it – if it doesn’t hurt a lot.”
Hal slid his hand into the boy’s jeans, feeling the heavy balls still concealed in the denim, “That’s just the beginning of the modifications I need for my ideal model.” He gave those balls a squeeze.
“Don’t tell me about it,” Tommy said, his words coming in a rush. “I don’t think I want to know beforehand. Just do it.”
“Do you have any idea – “ Hal began.
“I think so,” Tommy panted. “But don’t tell me – if I know, I might chicken out. Just do it.”
Hal nodded, pulling his hand from the boy’s jeans. He rummaged in a cabinet and brought out some padded leather restraints. Returning to the chair, he placed two restraints on each of Tommy’s arms – one at the wrist and one at the elbow. He placed a larger restraint around the boy’s waist and pulled it snug. Staring down at the boy, knowing what he was about to do, an idea came to him. He went into the office and returned with a camcorder and tripod. He set the equipment up directly in front of the boy, raised the chair, and began recording.
“Okay, we’re about ready to get started,” Hal said. “Are you sure you want to be the one to model for me?”
Tommy licked his lips and nodded. Hal pointed towards the camera. “Yes, yes I do,” Tommy said directly into the camera.
“And you’re sure you want to go through with everything?”
“Yes, just do it,” Tommy said, his voice cracking.
Hal removed the equipment and came back to the chair. His whole manner was different now – he looked over the bound boy in the chair, “So, you want to be a real leatherboy – used and transformed by a dominant Leatherman, huh?”
“Yes, sir,” Tommy whimpered.
“Well, you need a lot of work,” Hal said sternly. “I figure you’ve been surfing the web, hunting down Leather web sites and fantasizing about being one of those submissive boys. I’d have thought you’d learn something from them by now. Before I start any piercing, you need to be cleaned up, boy.” He ran his fingers roughly over the scraggly goatee. “Who are you trying to fool by growing this mess? You should have seen by now that a good boy is smooth and clean.” He grinned savagely. “Well boy, I’m about to clean you up right for the first time since you wanted to be a little leatherboy.”
Hal started with a small battery operated beard trimmer and attacked Tommy’s goatee with the clippers. It took almost no time to remove the blond chin hair. Stepping back, he admired his work so far – just the removal of the boy’s goatee produced a big change in his appearance. He looked even younger and more innocent. Well, Hal thought, that’s just the beginning. He exchanged the beard trimmers for his heavy black-cased Oster clippers.
Tommy’s eyes watered up – he knew what the clippers were for. Hal laughed, “You’ve been growing this pretty mane for a long time – probably since the day after the picture for your license was taken. You looked good in a buzz cut, boy.” Hal snapped the powerful clippers on and placed the blades flat against Tommy’s forehead, right at his hairline. “Now, I want you to help me out. I want you to bow your head – just bring it forward.”
Tommy squeezed his eyes and mouth tightly shut. There was a part of him that wanted to scream out that he wanted to stop now. But, there was another voice inside his head – a seductive, lust-filled voice reminding him that he was finally living out all the fantasies he’d ever had staring at the pictures on all the web sites he’d ever visited as he jerked off. He didn’t know what to do and squeezed his eyes even tighter.
Suddenly, he saw two images of himself – just like in the cartoons where one image was an angel and the other a devil. Only neither image had wings or a pitchfork. It was just him – standing naked and staring back at him. The first image ran his fingers through his luxurious mane of gold, letting the silky hair slip through his fingers.
“Think of how nice all this feels,” Tommy 1 said. “Remember all those years when your stepfather made you get those horrible crewcuts every summer? Is that what you want again? If you don’t say anything to stop this, that’s what you’ll get – another one of those crewcuts.”
“And you know what having your hair buzzed off really means,” Tommy 2 interrupted. “It means you belong to this hot guy. It means you are his to change as he wants – and that’s what you’ve wanted for a long time, my friend.” Tommy 2 began masturbating, his cock growing hard.
“You know that’s just the beginning,” Tommy 1 protested. The image reached down and grabbed its balls. “You’ve been to enough of those sites to know what it means to be modified. He’s going to cut these right off of you.”
“So what?” Tommy 2 snarled, grabbing his own balls and yanking them hard. “You’re a cocksucker – you do your best work on your knees, giving pleasure to someone else. What do you need your balls for? You knew what that card meant the minute you saw it. Remember, my friend, it’s no accident you came here today – you saw this place recommended on a web site. You could have gone anyplace else to get one nipple pierced if that’s all you really wanted. You decided to come here because you were hoping this kind of thing would happen.” Tommy 2 stared at him in derision. “What the hell are you waiting for? Bow your head and accept your fate.”
Suddenly, the figure of Tommy 2 began to shimmer and waver – and when the wavering stopped, he stood proudly his beautiful, flowing blond hair reduced to fuzz, a leather collar around his neck, silver rings in his nipples, and his foreskin and balls gone. Tommy 2 turned like a model on a runway, proud of how he looked.
“This can be you,” Tommy 2 said, his voice seductively husky. “All you have to do is bow your head and become the kind of cocksucker you’ve been fantasizing about.”
Hal watched as the boy squeezed his eyes shut, his lips pressed tightly together in a thin line. The boy seemed to be trying to work up his nerve. A second later, Tommy’s head slowly tilted forward into the path of the buzzing clippers. Locks of golden hair rained down past the young man’s face, landing in his bare crotch. Tommy’s eyes snapped open in horror when he felt the silky hair falling in his lap.
“oh my god,” the boy whispered in a small voice.
Laughing, Hal took over and began working the clippers over his new model’s skull sending sheets of blond hair falling all around the boy. The hungry clipper blades mowed the shoulder-length hair down to a carpet of velvety fuzz. What had taken the boy years to grow – years of lavish care, was sheared away in just a couple of minutes.
With his free hand, Hal brushed away the pile of shorn golden locks from Tommy’s lap. He knew from experience that the look of shock on the boy’s face wasn’t an accurate indicator of what the boy was feeling. Tommy’s cock was pumping precum generously and twitching excitedly. The sight of the boy’s penis twitching reminded Hal of a puppy’s tail wagging excitedly. Taking a firm hold of that pulsing shaft, Hal pulled it down and used the warm clippers to erase the forest of dark blond curls covering his model’s groin.
Finished with the clippers, Hal proceeded to spread lather all over Tommy from his head down to his soon-to-be gone balls. He could see that Tommy hadn’t expected to find his head covered in shaving crème. Well, he’d get used to the feeling of a smooth body soon enough. He worked carefully removing the lather with surgical prep razors and soon had the new model slave smooth from the top of his head to his crotch. Wiping the last traces of foam away, Hal caressed his boy’s smooth face soothingly.
“That was just the preparation,” Hal said softly. “Now, it’s time to go to work – by the time I’m finished with you today, you’ll have a whole new look – the look you’ve wanted in your deepest fantasies.”
Hal disappeared from the room, returning a few moments later with a tray filled with body piercing rings. He set up a small table next to the chair and carefully laid out the sterile instruments he would be needing. Crossing the room to a sink, he scrubbed his hands methodically – as carefully as a surgeon preparing for a delicate operation, before pulling on latex gloves. Hal pushed a stool across the room with his foot and perched on it as he glanced over his instruments.
“Since you came to get your nipple pierced, we’ll start there,” Hal said, covering Tommy’s nipple with antiseptic solution and lifting a pair of forceps. He grasped Tommy’s right nipple between the jaws of the forceps and opened the first pack of sterile piercing needles. “This is going to sting,” he said, positioning the needle a moment before pushing it through the tender flesh.
Tommy hissed and winced briefly, closing his eyes tightly. He felt another sting and tugging on his nipple, and then nothing but a dull ache. Opening his eyes, he glanced down and saw the shining silver ring that had been placed through his nipple. He sighed in awe at the sight of the ring shining under the bright lights. It looked better than he had ever dreamed. Hal was already grasping his left nipple in the forceps. Tommy didn’t close his eyes this time – he watched as the piercer drove the needle through his left nipple before carefully working a second silver ring through the hole. Tommy couldn’t believe the intensity of the surge of excitement that was making him tingle all over.
Hal had stripped the latex gloves off and was replacing them with a fresh pair. He smiled at the look of rapture on Tommy’s face, “That’s just the beginning, boy. I’m not through ringing you, yet.” He lifted a piercing gun from the table, loaded it, and placed it over Tommy’s left earlobe. The boy felt a flash of pain as Hal squeezed the handle on the piercing gun. Hal moved around to the right side and Tommy felt another flash of pain. The piercer held up a small hand mirror so Tommy could see the post backed hoops he had placed in each ear.
“That’s just a start,” Hal explained. “Later on, I’ll add a couple more rings to each lobe, and maybe a couple up higher.”
Tommy hardly heard a word Hal said – he was too entranced by his appearance. He’d never seen himself totally bald before – sure, his stepfather had made him endure short crewcuts when he was growing up, but compared to being totally bald like he was now, those crewcuts left a lot of hair on his head. The difference was startling. It was like he had nothing to hide behind – his whole body and even his essence were now out in the open for all the world to see. He almost cried out when Hal placed the mirror back on the table – he just wanted to keep staring at his new look.
Hal moved his stool down towards the foot of the chair and began wiping down Tommy’s dripping dick. He smirked up at his model and released the boy’s right hand from the restraints. “Go ahead and let me see you jack off,” he said, generously. “It’ll be the last time for a while – once I circumcise you, you won’t want to be pulling on that sweet dick for a while.”
Tommy didn’t need any more urging – his hand wrapped around his throbbing dick and he was pumping away furiously, panting excitedly. He ground his hips into the seat of the chair, trying to arch his back. It didn’t take long for him to blow his load all over himself. His hand kept pumping furiously as his dick continued to spurt. His entire body shuddered, his orgasm rolling across him in waves, his breath ragged. Spent, Tommy’s free hand fell limply to his side, his head lolled back. He’d never experienced an orgasm as intense as that in his entire life – he found it hard to catch his breath. He felt as if he’d just run ten miles flat out.
Hal laughed to himself as he cleaned the boy up and started coating Tommy’s dick in antiseptic solution. Changing his gloves, Hal picked up the Tara clamp and worked the device over the purple head of Tommy’s dick. He took his time pulling the loose foreskin over the plastic bell of the clamp. He wanted the circumcision to be tight, but not too tight. When he was finally satisfied, Hal locked the clamp down over Tommy’s foreskin and drew his scalpel in a straight line around the excess skin. Tommy hissed in pain, but the boy didn’t jerk around or scream. Hal nodded approvingly – he had purposely not used any anesthetic to see how the boy reacted to the moderate pain. Tommy did well – Hal began to think he had found more than just a model for his work. For the first time, he seriously began considering the boy as slave and partner material.
“There you go,” Hal said, patting Tommy’s thigh. “The circumcision is all over – I’ll just leave the Tara clamp in place to let the incision heal. That way you won’t need any stitches, and in a couple of days, off she comes and you join the ranks of smooth dicked men.” Hal began releasing the straps holding the boy in place. “Now, we need to go into the next room so I can finish up with you today.”
Tommy found his legs weak and wobbly as he climbed down from the chair, stepping over the huge pile of golden hair that not so long ago had belonged to him. Hal helped the boy across the tile floor and into the next room which was set up as a surgery. Hal lifted Tommy onto the padded table and began adjusting the stirrups before lifting each of the model’s legs up and placing them in the stirrup and strapping them down. Taking a roll of surgical tape, Hal taped Tommy’s dick against the boy’s smooth belly to keep it out of his way.
Hal sat between Tommy’s raised legs and took his time examining the boy’s balls and sac. The boy had nice balls – neither too big nor too small. The scrotum on the other hand, was a bit on the small size – not extremely so, but a bit smaller than he’d expected. Hal was trying to decide what castration method he’d use on Tommy. He could just make a small incision on each side of the sac and remove the balls, leaving the sac in place. Eventually, Tommy’s scrotum would shrink significantly. By the time of the leather convention, Tommy would be nicely healed and be able to display an empty sac to potential clients. On the other hand, Hal could just remove the entire scrotum, balls and all. That would leave the boy with nothing but a thin scar under his newly circumcised dick.
Hal grinned and prepared his anesthetic syringes. He’d remove everything at once – the look would be more impressive to potential clients. Hal warned Tommy to expect a sting as he began injecting the lidocaine into the boy’s groin. Once again, Tommy proved cooperative and didn’t even flinch as Hal made each injection. Looking up, Hal was surprised at the look of rapture on the boy’s face – it was obvious to Hal that Tommy had only dreamed of this experience, probably never daring to imagine it could ever be reality. Hal took his time preparing the Elastrator and the tight rubber rings he’d place on the boy’s scrotum. He knew that by the time he had everything ready, the lidocaine would have taken full effect and the boy wouldn’t feel a thing.
Taking his place once again between Tommy’s legs, Hal worked the first ring over the numbed scrotum, placing it right next to the underside of the boy’s penis. This first band would cut off the flow of blood to the boy’s balls. Hal knew he could just let the ring do the job of castrating the boy – but that would take time. Elastrator rings were routinely used on bulls and other farm animals. The rings were placed around the animal’s scrotum and within a couple of weeks, the dead scrotum would literally fall off. But, when castrating humans – and Hal had already done at least two dozen human castrations – he preferred to surgically remove the scrotum right away. He worked another Elastrator band over his model’s scrotum about an inch lower than the first one. By using two bands, Hal kept bleeding to a minimum.
With the second band in place, Hal took his cauterizing scalpel and went to work. The blade sizzled slightly as he cut between the bands – searing blood vessels closed as he cut. In just a matter of moments, he had the scrotum cut and was working on severing the cords. A few more minutes and Hal was dropping Tommy’s amputated scrotum into a biological hazard trash receptacle. Hal wasn’t finished though – he prided himself on high quality work. He carefully trimmed the edges of the incision he’d just made before suturing the incision closed in a neat line. Knotting the last suture, Hal smiled smugly to himself – when healed, the incision would be a small, faint scar in a perfectly straight line.
Finished the surgery, Hal helped Tommy over to a comfortable cot and packed the boy’s groin with ice packs to reduce the swelling and bruising. He insisted the boy spend the weekend there, where he could make sure Tommy took it easy and didn’t pull the stitches out accidentally. Over the course of the weekend, Hal caught Tommy standing in front of the full length mirror several times, posing and admiring his new body. There was no doubt about it, Hal thought – the boy was going to be a hit at the leather convention.