Hustling Part V
NULLIFICATION
Patrick is the center of attention at the pool party...especially for Charles
I don't think I'd ever felt more vunerable in my life; practically naked and
dickless in front of a dozen guys I didn't know. And they were all obviously
quite focused on me.  
  
I had kind of backed up against the edge of the pool, the way a dog might nap
against a wall, for a sense of security. The doc came over and began to rub
the back of my head, placing one arm around my neck, affectionately. Sweetly,
he whispered in my ear: "Just relax boy. Everyone here knows whats NOT under
your little suit. And as you can see, they're all very anxious to see for
themselves. Are you going to be a friendly boy?" "Um, yes sir", I said
nervously. "Maybe this will help you put things in perspective", he said as he
produced a magazine in his other hand. It was obviously a gay fetish magazine,
open to the personals section. My stomach tightened, and I said "fuck" under
my breath, when I saw my picture there. It was not a discreet picture, as I
had posted in my own ad. Instead, it clearly showed my face and hairy chest.
The caption: "Total Bottom". I read on, "Total nullo: masculine, handsome, and
muscular, on HRT, available 24/7 as escort generous gentlemen. Available for
weekends, parties. Call to arrange details, and limits (few)."  
  
"So you see Patrick, you have your first hustling job in your new position in
life. Our hosts have paid for your services here today and they're expecting
you to entertain them and their guests. "You do everything you're told,
understood?" "yes sir", I muttered, barely able to speak.  
  

"Gentlemen, he's all yours", the doc said as he smiled at the crowd. "Oh, and
you may notice a mood change in a few minutes. I gave him something to ease
his nervousness his first time out". The men laughed knowingly. The doc then
kissed the top of my head and stepped away.  
  
"Well, Patrick..." said the host, an older distinguished man with thick grey
hair. "Lets start with something easy, shall we?" Why don't you climb out of
the pool and let everyone get a look at you. "Yes sir", I said as I climbed
the stairs. I could hear comments like "nice ass", "fuck, look at the butt"
"hard to believe there's no sausage that goes with that body. Shame..."  
  
The host Gary, had me go through a series of bodybuilding poses. I really put
all my energy into it, and they were appreciative, clapping and yelling
encouragement. I broke a sweat. Then I started to feel these little waves of
euphoria. The pill was kicking in. Someone threw me some suntan oil. I began
sensuously rubbing it into my skin, thickly. Gary told me to rub it everywhere
and I did: all over my head, face, chest even under my suit, deeply into my
crack, onto my thick legs. When I was bent over applying to my calves, I
turned my ass to the crowd. As the doc promised, suddenly I didn't care who
saw me. I din't care about anything. I was really into being the object of
their attention. Gary said, "ok, its time to lose the suit". I immediately
complied, and peeled it down my legs, still bent at the waist. Everyone got
out of the pool and moved in closely. When they'd gotten enough of that view,
I was told to lay on my back and spread my legs. Then to pull my knees into my
chest. Again, I heard the comments. "fuck, there is nothing there, NOTHING. Do
you fucking believe that Dave? One guy said, "hey I can't see everything for
the hair". So I parted the oily hair, showing them my little pee hole. Gary
spoke again. "Yeah, that's not gonna do". "Larry, you brought your straight
razor, right?" "oh, you'd better fucking believe I did". Larry disappeared to
get it. "Don't worry Patrick. Larry is an expert with the razor. He won't nick
you at all. The oil made a perfect lubricant as Larry moved in and made quick
work of removing my thick, black crotch hair, the last remaining masculine
thing in my crotch. "Man, that was easy, Larry said. "Usually the ball sacs
are tough. Don't have that problem here". Gary instructed me to get on all
fours and I felt the thick hair being removed expertly from my ass. My skin
tingled, felt alive, and every touch made me shiver. Larry then shaved my legs
before having me stand, my arms over my head, fingers clasped together. He
glided the razor over my belly, chest and underarms, leaving smooth, silky
white skin every place it touched. When he finally shaved my arms, I was sure
he was finished. I was totally bald nose to toes. He looked at Gary.
"Everything!" Gary instructed. I instinctively fell to my knees, giving Larry
access to my scalp. He shaved it clean. The final humilliation was when he
held my bald scalp between his legs and shaved off both eyebrows. He then
said, "close your eyes". I compied. He took small sissors from his pockets and
trimmed my eyelashes as close to my lids as possible.  
  
Several of the men then led me to the outdoor shower and soaped me head to
toe, to get rid of the oil and hair. I was scrubbed and dried with a towel.
Then they led me to a mirror. I could hardly believe it was my own reflection.
I looked odd, but erotic, I had to admit. Like a sexy, muscular space alien.
Suddenly, I was overcome with feelings of submission, and got down on all
fours, spreading my legs inviting them to use me. The men were turned on
beyond all reason and wasted no time in penetrating my ass and my mouth,
giving me load after load of cum, which I greedily milked from their cocks and
swallowed.  
  
to be continued.....  

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