Blaine instantly recognises the room they arrive at; it’s bed in the centre, the hooks and pulleys around the walls, the draws containing everything needed to rape a victim. This is the first room in which he started understanding what it meant to be a sub. The room Hunter stole his virginity in. Blaine drops to his knees, hoping a similar thing isn’t about to happen again, but deep down knowing he is powerless to stop it if that’s what Hunter wants.

“Please Master, please no,” he begs, needing to do something.

“Stay there,” Hunter requests, leaving the room. Blaine doesn’t know how much time passes, his legs going numb, not having dared move a muscle. Eventually Hunter reappears, and to Blaine’s relief, is still fully clothed. He is carrying a bucket in one hand and a bag in the other, and without acknowledging Blaine, he throws the bag on the edge of the bed and places the bucket down with a heavy thump. Blaine notices a little bit of water splash over the edge of the buckets rim, landing on the floor in a puddle.

“Come lay on your back,” Hunter orders. Blaine obeys instantly, fearing what’s going to be done with the water. As soon as he is on his back, Hunter pulls out a short leash, clipping one end to Blaine’s collar and the other to the eye bolt in the centre of the bed, exactly how he was restrained last time he was in this room. He expects Hunter to restrain his hands next, however he simply goes to open the bag, leaving Blaine’s arms by his sides. Blaine watches Hunter’s every move. He sees as Hunter pulls a can from out the bag, and squirts a tiny amount of it’s contents onto his hand, rubbing it between two fingers before carelessly wiping it off onto the bed sheet, for no apparent reason. As soon as it is out of the can, Blaine recognises the blue, slightly foaming liquid. His suspicions are confirmed when Hunter pulls out a disposable razor from the bag; something of his is getting shaved.

Hunter lays the razor on his stomach, not pushing it to cut him, simply rested on his stomach, before squirting a large amount of gel directly onto Blaine’s crotch. He can’t help but flinch away, the gel being shockingly cold. When Hunter starts rubbing the gel to cover all of his hair Blaine can’t help but squirm. In a very short amount of time a man he doesn’t trust is going to be putting a very sharp object to the most sensitive part of his anatomy.

“Oh stay still slut,” Hunter complains, accompanied by a harsh slap to Blaine’s thigh. Blaine whimpers, but tries to relax his muscles into compliance. He hears the sloshing of water before he notices that Hunters hand has gone, rinsing it in the bucket. As much as Blaine is relieved the hand has gone, he is more anxious of it’s return.

Hunter picks up the razor with his right hand and removes the safety cover with his left, before cupping Blaine’s dick with said left hand. He pulls his hand down, stretching the skin between his stomach and cock, before gently trailing the razor downwards in small strokes, cutting the hair in it’s path. Once all of the hair from the top is removed, Hunter rinsing the blade after every couple of strokes, he pulls Blaine’s length to the side, out of the way for him to cut the side hair.

Hunter makes his way all around Blaine’s cock and balls, before starting on his length itself. He grabs it about half way down, then gently pulls the skin flat, hopefully making it easier to safely shave. Blaine is surprised at how gentle Hunter is being, especially since this is meant to be a punishment. Wasn’t it? Blaine hopes this isn’t in preparation of something else. Hunter seems to realise what Blaine is thinking, as he starts to address the unvoiced questions.

“Make sure you stay still for this bit especially boy. I can’t really put you in a cock cage if you have a huge cut, and I’m too tired to have to become more creative. Plus, I’m sure you don’t want your dick sliced in half.” Blaine makes a move to shake his head in agreement, but then remembers exactly what Hunter just said, and instantly freezes in the motion. He really doesn’t want a sliced dick. Hunter chuckles and pats Blaine’s leg, surprising Blaine with the more soothing gesture. He finds himself smiling along with Hunter. Hunter picks up the can again, squirting more of the liquid on Blaine, this time to his balls.

“Hold this out the way,” Hunter instructs, indicating his cock. Blaine reaches his hand across his body, pulling it out the way for Hunter. As soon as he has stopped moving, Hunter carefully adjusts his balls to allow the razor to glide over a smooth surface. Just as Blaine starts thanking mother nature for getting through this soft, he starts feeling a slowly filling swell in his hand. He drops his head back with a grunt, his stupid cock never making anything easy for him, even after the trouble it caused earlier. Thankfully his movement doesn’t cause Hunter’s hand to jostle, and Hunter doesn’t seem to notice.

Hunter gets up and walks over to the edge of the room, dropping the razor in a different bucket Blaine thinks might be a bin. When he returns he goes to the bag, pulling out a small wash cloth. He dips it in the now dirty water, squeezing it to stop it from dripping, before using it to wipe of the excess foaming gel. Blaine is reluctant to move his hand, allowing Hunter to see his reaction, but after a more insistent nudge he lets go. To Blaine’s surprise, Hunter doesn’t comment on his hardened member, he simply continues cleaning of the gel and then checking the area for any little nips or missed hair. Apparently he doesn’t see anything concerning, chucking the cloth into the bucket and the gel back into the bag, and leaving the room without comment.

Blaine knows he could reach up and unhook the leash, it only being a simple snap clip like on a dog’s leash, however he doesn’t have the energy to.That’s not completely true, he argues with himself, you don’t have the energy to survive the punishment for it. He knows if Hunter wanted him to leave Blaine would have been unclipped. He relaxes into the pillows, drifting into the best sleep he has had in the last two weeks.