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Pinkie's Salon

... out for each of you?"

My boyfriend stated that we would. A few moments later two young men were led out from a rear room. They each had pink collars on with leashes attached. Pinkie had hold of the leashes and led them over to us. These 'Pleasure Boys' were a sight to behold. They were young men. They were naked. But the most striking and instantly recognisable character trait about them was that they were hairless. Every part of their body had been shaved. There was no hairs on the arms, legs, armpits, chests, pubic areas, arses, faces, eyebrows or on top of the head. They were completely smooth from head to toe.

"Excuse me, gentlemen."

Pinkie approached me and lifted up my pink satin stylist cape to attach the leash of one of the Pleasure Boys to an o-ring between my legs on the stylist chair. The leashes were no more than a metre in length and the Pleasure Boy was basically forced to kneel in front of me to be comfortable. Pinkie attached the second Pleasure Boys' leash to my boyfriend's chair in the same manner.

When explaining Pinkie's Salon to me, my boyfriend had described who and what the Pleasure Boys were. They were volunteers, here of their own free will and free to leave whenever they wished. They were not paid a salary but could chose to accept tips from clients if offered. They often answered Pinkie's adverts placed in gay clubs or were directly asked at homosexual gatherings to be a Pleasure Boy. Pinkie himself ensured the boys knew what was ...

... expected of them if they took the role - to remove all hair from their body before a shift, to be available to clients and ensure that the client's wishes were granted. Pinkie often got them to practice on employees or each other to ensure that their techniques were suitable for the high standards expected at Pinkie's Salon. If they weren't, Pinkie would often demonstrate himself on the prospective Pleasure Boy what techniques to use. The role of a Pleasure Boy was entirely consensual and Pinkie ensured that no abuse or unwanted acts of any kind were ever bestowed on either clients or Pleasure Boys.

The sight of a young, hairless man knelt before me as I sat with curlers in my hair, under a hair dryer, a satin pink stylist cape on, with naked men around the room, some performing sexual acts, holding my boyfriend's hand on the arm rest and a seven inch phallus inserted right up my posterior was all proving too much. I had to wrap the hair bobble for a fourth time around my balls. I could feel the pressure building within them.

My boyfriend turned to face me. I faced him. We leaned in towards one another and began to kiss. Our wet lips locked, our tongues exploring the other's mouth. Very briefly, I opened one eye to see my boyfriend gesture with his free hand for the Pleasure Boy to approach. I saw the Pleasure Boy get on all fours and crawl under the stylist cape. I took this as a sign to also gesture my Pleasure Boy to approach.

I could feel the cape being lifted and the ...