A Year in the Life of... Chapter 3

"Oh wow, I'd never thought of it in those terms before." He replied, aware that Ibrahim was now shaving his ass. Just pretend it's like a doctor's examination, you know, cough once for TB, twice for cancer, that sort of thing. I know, he thought, humming, that will help. Now what's a good tune to hum, perhaps now isn't the time for 'Colonel Bogey'...definitely not the right venue for 'It's raining men'.

"Turn around, back against the wall and lift your right leg."

OK, now we come to it he thought. He took a deep breath and turned, trying desperately not to, but failing, to look down. But Ibrahim was on one knee, turned side on, his imagined colossal cock hidden from view. Ibrahim applied more shaving foam and lifted the leg so the foot was resting on his thigh. He really does seem to be enjoying this he considered, how weird is that? The other thing he thought was weird was just how slender and feminine his leg looked without hair.

"Now your left."

Ok, well it was unusual to say the least but his arsehole was still intact; perhaps he would get through this in one piece after all. God but Ibrahim was quick, it would have taken him this long to do even half a leg. Mistress Danni would have returned to find him wearing what looked like hairy socks. And then Ibrahim was finished and leaving the cubicle. He let out a sigh of relief but it caught in his throat as he saw Ibrahim return with a pair of scissors in his hand.

"I suggest you stay very still for this part."

Somehow he'd managed to avoid looking down when Ibrahim returned and he raised his eyes skyward as Ibrahim knelt before him and took a swath of pubic hair between two thick fingers, snipping the excess off with practised ease. He felt Ibrahim's hand touch and hold his cock and frantically tried to think of unsexy things. Christmas pudding...mosquito bites...erm...a funeral procession...the stock market...Oh damn you brain for thinking of Christmas pudding. He looked down and thought he saw a smile play across Ibrahim's lips, all the time thinking 'Please cock, stop doing that twitching thing that you're currently doing'.