Chad was blushing. He felt like a little boy with burly men undressing him. It had begun with Byron offering to take his coat, and helping him slide his arms out of it. The locker that they led him to was open with a rod hangers and the back was a mirror. The cost was on a wooden hanger. The two men helped him to sit on the bench in such a way that when Chad's butt impacted the wooden bench, it felt like his butt was whacked by a paddle. They lifted both legs to each remove a shoe, which meant Chad had to brace himself by grabbing the side of the bench with both hands to keep from going over backwards.
The pants were clipped to a wooden hanger and hung straight in the locker next to his jacket. His socks hung from another hanger with each one song hanging from each clip. His shirt quickly joined his other garments. He didn't remember his ring or watch being removed, but he could see them on the locker shelf with his wallet and keys.
Chad was standing a bit defiantly wearing only his green bikini, as Brandon held another hanger out.
"I just want the pubes sticking out trimmed," Chad said again firmly.
Byron held a cordless hair trimmer. Buzz. He grabbed Chad's crotch roughly but firmly, pulling up on the Speedo and shaving an eighth of an inch of the inch and a half of pubes sticking out. He repeated this three times, each time frowning that pubes were still sticking out. Chad was at full mast, and was recalling football and baseball stats to keep from coming. He closed his eyes, bit his lip, and was oblivious to the fact that his bikini was around his knees until he felt the razor removing the hairs behind his balls between his thighs. He opened his eyes and looked down at his hairless manhood. He looked like a little boy. At least he still had his pit hairs.
"There, champ," said Byron grabbing his right wrist and raising his arm over his head.
Brandon did the same with his left wrist and arm. Then in unison they flicked on their electric razors and shaved away Chad's pit hairs. They proceeded to carefully shave off all his body hair. Chad did not protest. He was enjoying the feel of the two men's hands and electric razors on his body. His now hairless hide felt first warm then cool.
"Ooh," said Brendan coming from hanging up his ring bell sign, he licked his index finger.
Then Chad felt something warm, wet and cylindrical push between his butt cheeks and goose his anus.
"Ooh!" yelped Chad. His erect cock flopped up and down after he jumped.
"Right," said Brendan, "now let's get him massaged, fitted, colonic and styling then we can spray him before his big date." Brendan licked his index finger again, and this time drew a wet circle around Chad's left nipple. It was erect now too. "Definitely, needs nipple work," he added.
Byron grabbed Chad's nuts and tugged. "Stretcher, splitter, and 2 inch cock ring."
Brendan and Brandon took turns tugging Chad's cock and balls.
"Not enough give for 2 inches. At least not right away. 1 1/2 inches," said Brandon.
"Oh, I bet he could take 1 3/4 inches, if we pulled hard enough," said Brendan.
Chad had noticed Brendan's erection, when Brendan leaned in to play with Chad's nipple, his at least 8 inch bone had jabbed Chad's belly.
"Come boy," Brendan said grabbing Chad's manhood and leading him out of the locker room and into a room with a bizarre barber chair. The phrase "gynecological chair" came to Chad's mind when he saw the green enameled metal, and green leather upholstered piece furniture.
They had stopped talking to him. He felt like a pet at the groomers. The two men behind him were all hands helping guide him, as Brendan tugged. He should have protested, but he couldn't. They were professionals, they knew what they were doing.