The Wicked Barber

Kenny

“Your cock... I’m going to swallow it, lick it, and suck it,” he said with an evil grin. “I can’t wait to feel you in my mouth.”

“That... that is improper. It—it’s obscene!” I stuttered. How could somebody take someone else’s private parts into their mouth?

He started to massage my legs, slowly caressing the insides of my thighs. His hands were warm and soft against my skin.

The whole time he watched me, our eyes locked.

I swallowed as I became hard again, wondering if there was any shame left in my body after what Trevor had just done to me.

Maybe there was a little shame left because my cheeks burned from the inside out. I felt myself blushing at his lustful stare.

How could I become aroused again? He wasn’t doing anything except looking at me and touching my legs. But it happened anyway.

I looked down and between my spread legs, I saw the hard piece of flesh pointing upward again. Begging to be touched by him, to be touched by that devil.

I panted and watched him as his finger brushed against my hole. He caressed it oh so softly, only ghosting his finger over it, like a feather. It was sweet torture all over again.

I began to breathe faster and louder.

“You look so beautiful on my chair, with your legs open like this,” he praised.

Slowly, one of his fingers was running up and down the vein on my shaft. At the top, he poked his nail into the slit.

I bit my lip.

“There is nothing improper or obscene about what I want to do to you, Kenny. What I’m going to do to you,” he said, correcting himself.

His finger brushed over the head of my erection a few times before he brought it to his lips and sucked off the glistening bead that hung on his fingertip.

His tongue swirled around his digit, licking my filth off before he looked at my erection with a certain hunger readable in his eyes.

Then he very slowly bent down as his tongue appeared and he licked my length from base to tip.

“No!” I cried out. “Ahhh!” I moaned while my arms thrashed in the cuffs.

I wanted to be released from these shackles around my wrists and ankles! I wanted to be freed so badly, but he wouldn’t let me.

I looked down as Trevor started sucking on my cock. Good God! He was actually twirling his tongue around the head of my genitals.

This wasn’t right. He shouldn’t be doing this. Yet...it felt so right. It felt so good...

I gasped when he took me fully into his hot mouth as his lips enveloped my most desperate body part.

The feeling was so warm and tight and wet and...oh, God, I was almost drowning in the feeling it gave me.

“Please let your chair set me free,” I begged.

He pulled his mouth off my cock. After he licked his lips, he said, “What do you say about it, Chair? Shall we set Kenny free from these shackles?”

I heard a click, and the chair freed my wrists but not my ankles.

“Chair is merciful,” the barber said, and he dove down again, swallowing my cock completely in his throat.

“Oh, my God!” I yelled, grabbing the armrests of the chair in a white-knuckled grip. If Trevor went on with what he was doing, I would cum in seconds.

How could this obscene sound be so arousing?

Chair

The moment the boy walked into our barbershop, I felt my master’s heart skip a beat. I understood why the moment the boy’s body touched my black leather skin.

I felt complete. Never again will I let someone else sit upon me. Only him. Only he was worthy of bestowing me.

I could tell my master felt the same way as I did. We shared a connection.

And the person who sat on top of me, I could feel him too. I felt his lust, his confusion.

I felt him literally, too: his ass crack on my skin, his juices that had spilled on top of me, how he squeezed me so tightly. I could feel it all.

And I had never felt like this with anybody. He was the one.

While my master took him to the back of his throat, I sensed that Kenny wanted to be buried even deeper.

I helped him a little by giving a push upward, making my master grunt as Kenny’s cock went past his uvula.

Kenny moaned louder, on the verge of climaxing again.

Kenny

I squirted his mouth full as I came hard inside and moaned loudly at my second orgasm of the evening.

“I loved the way your cock pulsed on top of my tongue as you released,” Trevor said.

I couldn’t believe I just came inside his mouth.

What did he do with the liquid?

“I am hard as steel, Kenny. You made me that way. I need to have you.”

I swallowed. What would he do to me now?

He began to take off his clothing. His shirt first, slowly.

With each button he opened, I saw a new fragment of his naked skin until he shook his shirt from his shoulders and a half-naked porcelain god stood in front of me.

But a god he was not. I was certain of that.

He took his trousers and drawers off next, and an erect thick phallus was in front of me, dripping with lust.

The chair automatically adjusted its height, pushing me a little higher so my gaping hole was now at the same level as Trevor’s crotch.

I now knew what he wanted to do to me. And to be completely honest, I wanted it too. All my shame was gone. Only desire was left in my body. Desire for him.

He growled deeply and rolled his neck. “I need to be inside you now, Kenny,” he whispered as he laid his hands on top of my spread knees, stepped forward, and pressed his cock against my hole.

Oh, God.

While looking at me with hunger, he slowly pushed his hips and his cock slowly disappeared inside me. I gasped at the full feeling.

It hurt and made me feel as if my hole was split in half. I moaned and threw my head back.

A devilish grunt came from him as he pulled out and thrust back in, his cock widening my muscle. It felt so strange to me... painful, yet pleasurable.

My whole focus was on that pulsating piece of flesh buried inside me.

I opened my eyes and watched his face. His eyes were darker than ever as he looked at me through hooded lids, and his sinful tongue came out to wet his lips. It made me hard again.

He was panting. I realized that it was because of me. I did that to him. It was my body he desired so. It was me who made him breathless and moaning.

I felt so connected to him for some reason, like we were one.

I lifted myself up and wrapped my arms around him.

He made a gasping, surprised sound when I crashed my mouth against his and stuck my tongue between his lips. He still tasted salty and musky. I realized I was tasting myself.

“Ahh,” I moaned as my ankles slammed inside the cuffs with each of his thrusts. It felt so good.

The feeling in my gut tickled again. My cock tingled. I was going to come soon. Again.

I released his lips and started to lick his neck. Then my eyes focused on the moving image in the mirror.

His ass cheeks flexing every time he pushed into me. My own face as I was being fucked like this.

I bit my lip, feeling it coming already.

“Come for me,” he ordered.

It took only a few seconds before his chest was covered with white ropes of cum.

I was trembling as he wrapped his arms around me. His breath hitched for air as he withdrew his cock and slammed in again, filling me up.

After he was done, the chair released my legs, making my limbs go limp.

I leaned against Trevor’s torso and almost fell asleep as he caressed my back and kissed my neck.