His hair fell and he began to cry, before long his head was denuded and all that was left was a sprinkling of stubble, he was really beginning to look like a slave boy. Gay sex “Boy it doesn’t matter if someone sees your pathetic body; your life is controlled by what I say and what I want people to see.”The boy quivered before replying “yes sir” defeatedly.I opened the boot and shoved the boy in before shackling it down and rendering it immobile. Collecting and preparing the boyI parked my car across the road from his house, just out of view to prevent him from being able to see me. The boy continued to cry and shake as I removed its eyebrows and his moustache, before cuffing its hands and chaining it to the shower pole. I grabbed his chin and forced him to look directly into my eyes “Boy you will never grow hair on your head again, hair is for men, and you are nothing but a submissive bitch”. Collecting and preparing the boyI parked my car across the road from his house, just out of view to prevent him from being able to see me. The boy had not stopped cry and continued to sob as it saw its
