Cathairsis (Part 8) by Fantasy Weaver

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Continued from part seven.

Part eight of "Cathairsis: A Photographic Anthology". Please read the previous parts for context.

-Fantasy Weaver.


Note

1: Foul language ahead

2: Adult content ahead


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Cathairsis: A Photographic Anthology

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Picture 2 - Humility for your Master - Part 3

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Rah smiled and straightened himself. "I think I’m going to make sure everyone can see your beautiful face, Keiji-Kun."

Without leaving time for Keiji to interject, and barely enough time for Aden to ready himself mentally, Rah plunged the humming clippers right down the middle of his boy’s head.

"Ie! Dame, dame, dame-!" Keiji scrunched his shoulders up and gripped the chair so tight the leather creased under the pressure, and Aden captured the split-second action with a flurry of pictures.

It took no more than three seconds. The fast-moving blades severed the young man’s hair down to nothing but a soft dark pelt, leaving a strip of fuzz down the center of his head. To either side, five-to-six-inch strands of dark hair fluttered down to the white cape, standing out on the stark backdrop, perfect for Aden to photograph them.

Aden now waited for the inevitable moment in which Keiji would shout obscenities at Rah for ruining his hair.

However…

"Pft- Hahahaha!"

Aden stared, eyes nearly bugging out. Incredulous, honeyed irises sent questioning looks at Rah, who just blew hair off his clippers nonchalantly, like a cowboy blows smoke off his pistol after a duel at high-noon. Rah caught his stare as Keiji brought a hand up to both touch his head and cover his chuckling mouth. Rah shrugged, sending Aden a look of mirth in response to his distraught features. He mouthed the words "Wait" and held a finger up outside of Keiji’s view.

Barely a moment had passed before Rah’s boy burst out laughing with "You shaved my head!"

Rah rolled his eyes. "I haven’t yet, boy. I shaved a patch."

This seemed to throw Keiji into even more hysterics. He could barely breathe from the looks of it. "I need- I want to see- haha!"

Rah laughed himself now, flipped his clipper in his hand. "You think you’re going to see this? Think again, boy. You’re not seeing anything until I’m done with you."

Keiji couldn’t seem to stop his chuckling, and kept snorting loudly behind his hand. "Kuso-"

Rah smirked, and, with a look at the photographer behind his lens, turned the clipper off. "I guess since this is so funny to you, we can leave you like this."

"Eh? Eh?" Keiji flicked his head out of his hands, laughter gone. He turned around in the chair, sending a placating look to his Master. "Onegai- please, Danna-Sama, I did not mean it. It is not funny, I just…"

"No, no, it is funny, boy. Look at you," Rah flipped Keiji’s fringe - or what was left of it at least - to either side of his suddenly flustered face, "All this pretty hair and a buzzed patch down the middle of your head. Anyone would think it’s hilarious."

"Danna-Sama-"

Smirking darkly, Rah cut him off, "It’s funny for a second, but if you don’t stop laughing, I’m not going to be able to fix you up. Now, quiet down, and I might do something about this." With a slow caress, Rah passed his hand over the short pelt on Keiji’s crown, causing the young man to close his eyes at the sensation.

Swallowing, Keiji composed himself, and turned back towards Aden. "Yes, Danna-Sama."

"Good boy. Stay still now. We’re far from over."

Turning the clipper back on, Rah got to work. Aden tried to keep his features neutral as he took many shots of the barber’s work.

As Rah buzzed down Keiji’s head, and the boy’s problem under the cape only grew, Aden began to let his mind wander. That first pass, right down from Keiji’s forehead to his crown, stirred something within him. Something he didn’t know what to make of.

It wasn’t attraction. He didn’t think it was, anyway. After all, he’s no trichophiliac. But where Keiji laughed, Lucas moaned, and Rah relished in it, Aden’s reaction to that clipper, every time it came on or sheared hair, wasn’t so positive. It made him jumpy, stressed, even, to be near it. He still didn’t quite understand why it was that Rah and his subs enjoyed the transformative, yes, but also very apparent action that scissors, clippers and razors brought with their use. Though shaving someone isn’t permanent in any way, it’s a big change that lasts for a long while, weeks, months at a time. It’s not something that can be hidden easily, unless one is prone to wearing a hat all the time, and even then, it’s a temporary solution to something that’s bound to be seen at some point.

He took a picture as Rah began buzzing the left side of Keiji’s head, watched the young man breathe slowly, saw the way the bulge under the cape jumped with every pass of the clipper. Aden couldn’t see what was thrilling about it. If it was something like…a guy into wearing panties? Going out and relishing in the hidden undies under his clothes? That’s one kink he could understand. But shaving your head? Worse, to let someone else have control over how your hair looks? Panties are easily removed; hair is not so easily grown back. Aden would know. Seven years of growing it out gave him that much knowledge.

Black hair gathered in Keiji’s lap, highlighting his apparent arousal. Though Keiji had been nervous before, now he seemed resigned to what Rah had in mind for him, readily bending his head forward to allow his Master better maneuverability near his nape. By now, the remainder of his old cut hung from the right side of his face, a face that was set in the calmest kind of surrender.

The shutter closed on that expression, keeping it aside for further enjoyment. Enjoyment for Rah. But enjoyment for Keiji, too? Aden wondered about that.

Unlike with Lucas, the den was quiet now, other than the hum of the clipper. Rah too, simply did his work with slow, deliberate moves, face set in the faintest of smiles. In every picture the photographer took, that tiny simper would permit future viewers to know his inner feelings for the destruction he brought to Keiji’s well-tended-to hair.

With a quick swipe to rid his boy of his sideburn, the buzzcut was complete. Rah made sure to pass the clipper over his work a few more times, catching whatever stray hairs had evaded the chattering teeth on the first passes. Before long, the machine went quiet, and a silent sigh passed through Keiji’s mouth.

"A little bit of defining and that should be good," Rah said. He placed his clipper on the barbering station, and, fingers wiggling thoughtfully, he reached for a smaller, battery-power model near the mirror, which sported a gold handle and exposed, thinner cutting blades. Returning to Keiji’s right, Rah turned his new tool on. "Hold still for me boy."

Aden watched as the barber applied the whirring blades at his boy’s temple. With precise, flicking movements, Rah redefined Keiji’s hairline and sideburns. Bending the young man’s ear, Rah brought the clipper around it, cutting away a crisp line and ridding him of fuzz, giving the buzzcut a much cleaner look. Tiny clippings of black hair fell to the cape around Keiji’s shoulders. Rah did this clean-up all the way around Keiji’s head, and connected his work to the boy’s left temple and sideburn, which was now in a pointed triangle shape.

"There we go." Rah flicked his clipper off and replaced it in its charger near the product-lined mirror. Grabbing a stiff brush and a hairdryer, he made his way back to Keiji, who was having trouble keeping himself from rubbing his head, if his squirming hands on the armrests were any indicator. "Close your eyes."

With the help of the hairdryer on high and his brush, Rah dusted off the tiny hairs from his boy’s shoulders, neck and head. The pile of dark hair in Keiji’s lap flew up and away, and with quick fingers Aden caught a few shots of the movement as it caught in the hairdryer’s gust. A few moments later, Rah replaced his tools in their rightful place on the station.

"Are we done, Danna-Sama?" Keiji asked at long, eyes flicking uneasily to Aden’s Nikon. His tan features were tinted pink, no doubt from being given his new buzzcut.

Aden glanced at the counter where the rest of Rah tools were still laid out. Rah was there, pulling a pair of black latex gloves over his hands, chuckling lightly at the question. "Oh no, boy, I’m not finished yet. You really think I’m going to let you leave with just a buzzcut?" Rah smirked over his shoulder at Keiji, who bit his lip apprehensively when his Master released the latex onto his wrist with a resounding snap.

Aden’s focus shifted back to Keiji, who glanced between Rah’s form and the multiple bottles, bowls and boxes of product on the counter by the sink. With a little chuckle, Keiji averted his eyes to his lap, where his arousal could still be seen, less intense than before. "No, Danna-Sama."

Rah walked around his barbering station now, pulling his hair back into a quick ponytail as he did. "I knew you knew better than to ask, and yet you did anyway. Tsk, tsk. It can’t be helped, I suppose. This is all new to you after all, isn’t it boy?"

Curious, Aden let his eyes watch from their periphery what Rah was doing at the side of his barbering station. He reached around it, and with a flick on a switch out of view, a low noise, like a fan, started to fill the silence in the den. Surreptitiously, Aden looked around to find the source of the noise, and found it just above the counter space: a vent.

The gloves, the need for ventilation… He tried to recall everything Rah had told him yesterday. Something about color? Was that what all those bottles, that powder maybe, were for?

‘Wait, I know what that stuff is’ Aden thought suddenly. The salon where he gets his hair trimmed uses the powder and those boxed products liberally. He remembered what Rah told him now. Chemicals were about to be involved in this transformation. That’s why Rah needed to ventilate the den.

For some reason, Aden couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that Rah, despite being in this "Master" mindset, was still exercising the same caution he would use in any other, professional situation. Was that just how intertwined with his profession his fetish is? He mindlessly goes about his tasks, throws caution out the window on things like caring for his clients’, or subs’, desires for hair length, but will still ensure safety in other things. Doesn’t it get draining, to watch out for what he can be less concerned with, and what other things he still has to stick with?

It didn’t seem to bother him, or Aden was just overthinking this.

"Now, Keiji-Kun," Rah purred as he went back to his products, grabbed a bowl and placed it on a scale, "Let’s see how well that virgin hair of your takes to some lightening."

"Eh?"

Rah didn’t elaborate for poor Keiji, so the boy just sat there looking nervous while Rah prepared his bowl of bleach. Aden watched him. The barber weighed some of that blue powder - the bleach itself â€" into his bowl, and when that was done, he took a large white bottle and unscrewed the cap, pouring the thick liquid into his powder with carefully measured drips. The scent of the chemicals was already starting to permeate the air, even with the fan active.

Ripping open one of the slim rectangular boxes on his counter, Rah pulled out a tube of yet more product. He opened this one too, using the pointed cap to perforate the foil that covered the bottle’s spout. Once more, he measured out his ingredients on his scale, squeeze the blue paste directly into his bowl with the powder and cream. Satisfied, he used a metal whisk to stir the three components together.

"Are you…bleaching my hair, Danna-Sama?" Keiji asked quietly from his seat, a hint of fear present in his voice.

"I am," Rah replied without turning. "Your hair is quite dark, so I’ve added some blue additive to make sure we get rid of anything yellow or orange." Taking a dye brush, Rah placed his bowl on a wheeled cart, which had been prepared with an orange-spotted black towel acting as a lining, a jar of something and a folded white towel to the side. Tilting Keiji’s head by his chin, Rah made him look directly in his brown eyes. "After all, I can’t have you being yellow when we’re going cool silver."

"Ah, Hai…" Keiji licked his lips at the barber’s tone. Impossible. They were talking about hair color, and somehow, Keiji found this exciting? Aden stopped himself from shaking his head at these antics.

Rah placed the white towel around Keiji’s shoulders, holding it in place with a hairclip he took from the drawers. He then took the jar on his cart and opened the lid, dipping his right index into its contents. Thick, translucent, oily…petroleum jelly? Rah spread the substance around Keiji’s hairline and smothered his ears in it. Was this also a preventative measure, like the ventilation had been? Either way, the barber wiped his gloved hands on the bleach-stained towel on his cart and grabbed his brush.

"I’m about to start," Rah declared, "If your head burns to the point of pain, tell me so I can rinse you. Understood?" At Keiji’s acquiescence, he dipped his brush into the powder-blue mixture in his bowl.

Aden snapped some photos of the first application. The thick bleach mix covered Keiji’s black hair with a few quick strokes from Rah’s brush, and the smell was far more intense now. Applying the bleach barely took any effort. Rah quickly dabbled the bleach onto Keiji’s head, and when he ran out, reached for more. And though it was quick, Rah was no less methodical. He made sure to lick the product on perfectly, made sure to not leave a single strand of that dark pelt untouched.

Keiji was quite calm, letting Rah move his head around as he wished. Surprisingly, Rah didn’t apply bleach to Keiji’s brows. Aden had seen people do that before in the salon, though he doubted having chemicals so close to one’s eyes can be anything but bad. Perhaps Rah thought the practice to be too dangerous to allow in his den?

"Alright, that looks good." Rah finished applying the bleach mixture at his boy’s nape, and smiled towards the camera. Even if Aden thought the gesture to be a little annoying, he took the shot anyway, watching approval glint in those dark eyes for just a moment when the trigger resounded in the air around them.

Rah rolled his cart aside as he made his way around to the counter. There, he removed his black gloves and washed his hands, towelled them dry, and reached into his back pocket. Pulling his phone out, he fiddled with it for a few seconds and slipped it back into his ripped jeans.

With a mischievous, sharp-toothed grin, and narrowed, lust-filled eyes, Rah turned back around to face Keiji.

Both Aden and Keiji swallowed nervously.

Dark irises glinting, Rah said, "You’ve been good so far, haven’t you?" Keiji dared not nod or say anything. "I think that deserves a reward, don’t you think, Keiji-Kun?"

Swallowing thickly, and dick straining under the cape, Rah’s boy whispered, "If Danna-Sama wants t-to."

The boyish grin only sharpened. "Oh, I do."

The barber walked purposefully towards the back of the den where the toy shelf rested. Aden sighed under his breath. What could Rah have in store now? The man had told him yesterday that he would pleasure Keiji in some way during the transformation, but had failed to inform Aden of just exactly how he would accomplish that. Was that to give Rah more room for freedom? Adaptability perhaps?

Well, Aden put two and two together quickly when Rah reappeared with a massaging wand in his hands.

"Ha…kuso." Keiji cursed under his breath, eyes following Rah as he plugged the wand.

"Hm, f*** indeed, you sweet boy." Rah, without much decorum, flipped the white cape off Keiji’s body, exposing his rope-bound form to the camera.

Aden took some photos of Keiji’s now very-pink features, bleach-smothered hair and the straining fabric of his black underwear where the rope outlined it so lewdly. Would Rah remove the bikini briefs now and expose Keiji even more?

"Now then, Keiji-Kun," Rah cooed as he gripped the black massager and gave his boy a lidded stare, "I’m being gracious: you get two chances to cum. You get one chance now, while the bleach is doing its work, and another, when the toner’s developing."

"Ah, yes, yes, onegai-"

"Let me finish," Rah closed his sub’s mouth with a tap on his chin and a reprimanding glare. Just as soon, he went back to smirking sinisterly. "You have twenty minutes for each chance to cum. If you don’t cum within twenty minutes, then that’s too bad for you."

"What the f***…" Aden muttered low under his breath, unable to keep the exclamation internalized. If Keiji doesn’t ejaculate in either of those two timeframes, what then? Rah’s going to leave him high and dry? If it was himself sitting in that chair, Rah would be getting an earful about blue-balling him.

He’s not in the chair though. So, he shouldn’t be worried. Nor should he care.

…What Rah and Keiji, and his other subs, did during their time here is their business.

With an agitated sigh, Keiji hardened his features. "Hai, Danna-Sama…"

"Good boy." Rah reached back and grabbed his phone, taping it once before putting it away. "Time starts now."

And without any further warning, Rah turned the wand on and jammed the vibrating head against his boy’s tucked cock.

"Ah! Danna-Sama-!"

Flinching uncontrollably, Keiji plastered himself into the leather seat, fingers digging into the armrest fiercely. The humming wand mercilessly vibrated away, and Rah, smirking, rubbed the black silicone head up and down his boy’s straining underwear. Aden captured the outline of the young man’s abused cock with his camera, briefly wondering how that toy must feel.

From Keiji’s groaning and moaning, he could only assume it felt good.

Rah, ever unconcerned for his boy’s writhing, leaned his left elbow on the chair’s backrest, using his right hand to hold and maneuver the wand over Keiji’s hidden cock. As Keiji spasmed and bent his head back, Aden focused the camera on the two of them, shot after shot digitalizing in his SD card.

"Ha- ah!" Keiji moaned, mouth opening wide as his eyes closed.

Five minutes passed. Then ten. Rah switched the intensity from hard to slow, then back to hard again in those few minutes, with his boy rocking his hips forward and backwards on the seat to get that sweet, sweet friction. Ropes dug into his skin, knots left red marks to be discovered later.

Fifteen minutes. Aden was leaning back at this point, watching half-heartedly, or trying to, anyway. His face felt warm. Warmer than it should be. Keiji’s incessant moaning wasn’t doing anything for his patience, and at this point, Aden wished the young man would just cum already so he wouldn’t have to put up with any more of this-

"Ah! Kami-"

There. Keiji’s body went rigid in the chair, fingernails digging crescent-shaped indents into the leather on the armrests. His legs shook, every tendon in his neck and inner thighs were visible, prominent with tension, rubbing against the ropes. Aden, knowing Rah was no doubt hoping for a good picture of his submissive’s orgasm-screwed face, readied himself with a finger on his camera trigger.

With every flinch of Keiji’s body, his finger twitched on the button. Any moment now.

"Look at, you, Keiji-Kun…you’re so close you can practically taste it, can’t you, boy?" Rah growled excitedly, those terribly dark eyes shining with indecent intentions.

Keiji’s opened his eyes for a split second, just enough time for him to see the nefarious ideas brewing behind his Master’s irises.

Aden watched the young man’s eyes go wide. "Dame! Please, don’t-"

Rah sneered; those sharp little canines prominently featured in the shots Aden took of the moment. The moment…when, just as Keiji was about to burst, Rah removed the wand entirely.

And watched his boy squirm and writhe in desperation on the chair.

Smiled as Keiji made one frustrated, depraved noise after the other.

Aden’s hands shook where they gripped his camera, and it took every ounce of his will to cease their unprovoked quaking.

Laughing darkly, Rah put his wand on the counter and gave his boy a sultry gaze. "You’re so pretty when you squirm. Did you know that?"

Flushing red from chest to face, Keiji panted hard as he rubbed his thighs together, trying to get even the tiniest amount of stimuli to his cock. "I’m not- I’m not- Kuso-"

"Yes, you are, Keiji," Rah admonished gently, standing with his arms crossed. "I would even say you’re beautiful. Handsome. A delight. Maybe even stunning."

If it was possible, Aden was certain Rah’s sub became an even deeper shade of red. The compliments, Aden saw, made Keiji uncomfortable, so uncomfortable even, that he tried to change the subject: "Danna-Sama, please! Is there- is there time left, I need to…"

Unfortunately for Keiji, his Master’s phone went off in that moment, it’s happy ringtone far too joyous for the occasion. Rah shut it off with a sideways grin. "Oh well, I guess you’ll have to wait for you second chance. Poor boy."

A whine came from Keiji at the words, and if the photographer knew better, he was certain the guy was about to cry. Rah paid no mind to him though and came back around the chair, pulling a new pair of gloves onto his hands. Steadying Keiji’s head, he used his index and thumb to remove the bleach mix from his sub’s hair, checking the color. Nodding to himself, he unlocked the chair and turned it so the back was facing the sink in the barbering station.

"Aden." Honeyed irises found Rah’s features. As the man cranked one of the side levers on the chair and made the backrest lean backwards, he said, "If you need a break, I’m going to rinse the bleach off. You don’t need to take pictures of that."

Aden thought about leaving for a moment, but, glancing at Keiji’s head, his fresh buzzcut, rinsing him off would not take long. Shaking his head, he uttered, "I’m fine."

For once, Rah didn’t look at him weird or push him.

As predicted, Rah used the nozzle in the barbering station’s sink to rinse off his boy in less than ten minutes. Aden had to admit, if Rah was the one who had planned out how to build his den and how to place his various furniture pieces, then the man did an excellent job of foresight. Not only was the devil’s barber chair placed in front of the barbering station, but it was placed in such a way to be able to use the sink in the counter as a backwash.

It must be convenient when his subs are tied down. He didn’t even need to untie them to rinse or wash their hair.

Shaking his head, Aden stretched his neck muscles, hand pinching and rolling the sore tissue with practiced moves.

All the while, Rah massaged shampoo into Keiji’s scalp…and observed the photographer’s actions with keen interest.

From his periphery, Rah took note of how Aden was sitting, how he leaned forward every time he intended to take a picture, how high his tripod was placed. There’s a strap on the camera, he had noticed, it’s faux-leather band worn with use, no doubt from being slung around Aden’s neck so often.

Flicking his eyes back to Keiji, he kept the thoughts in mind, and shut the water off.

A few seconds later, the chair was back in its’ position facing the camera, and Rah quickly dried Keiji’s head with a towel from the counter. The boy was still quite erect under the cloth of his underwear, and panting slightly with every touch the barber gave him. A thin sheen of sweat marred his furrowed brow. Without the bluish bleach mix, Keiji’s hair was now nearly white blonde, with barely a hint of yellow, as Rah had wanted. Products still lay untouched in their boxes however, and another chance for Keiji to cum would soon grace (if you could call it grace) his camera with more shots of his blushing face.

There was something Aden didn’t get though. Keiji wants to model, no? His Master praised him and showered him with compliments about his looks before, and yet the young man practically denied them. Before too, he admitted he thinks he’s "not that beautiful". Something wasn’t right. Why would Keiji want to put himself on a stage if he’s not even confident in his own self?

His musings got put to the side though, as Rah began ripping a new rectangular box open. "Stay still for a few minutes, boy. You had plenty of time to cum, so stop trying to make it happen now."

Immediately, Keiji stopped his fussing, head hanging limply at the tone. "Hai…" he whimpered dejectedly.

In a new bowl, Rah weighed out some light-colored cream from a tube of product, going through a similar process with the opaque liquid in one of the big white bottles. Aden tried to recall the names of these things…toner? That’s what Rah had said earlier at least. He could only assume that what this new mix was. This one didn’t smell quite as strong as the bleach did, and the color was slightly greyish.

Like before, Rah put his bowl on the rolling cart and brought his tools with him behind the chair. He re-applied petroleum jelly around his boy’s hairline and on his ears and, with a word to Keiji, started applying the toner with his dye brush. As the barber applied it, Aden took some photographs. The longer the product stayed on Keiji’s head, the darker it became, going from light to a darker, cool lavender grey.

Again, Rah took his gloves off, washed his hands, put a timer on his phone, and, with his boy panting like a dog in heat, grabbed the vibrating wand.

"Is this what you want, boy?"

"Ah, yes! Please…" Keiji opened his legs wide, just as his Master lifted the cape up to expose him, uncaring for the image he was projecting of himself to the camera.

"Hm, that’s a nice look for you, Keiji-Kun," Rah praised, the fingers on his left hand trailing along his submissive’s heaving abdomen, causing him to twitch at the feather-light touch. "I hope it’ll look just as good in a picture."

If that was Rah’s subtle way of asking for a photograph, then it was a poor attempt at subtlety. Nevertheless, Aden snapped some shots, just in case. Meanwhile, Keiji was begging Rah to use the wand on him, and with every minute Rah took to deny him, the worse his already compromised English got.

"Onegaishimasu! Danna-Sama, haya- onegai-"

Rah teased him, waving the wand back and forth with a grin, "Say please, boy."

"I am! Please!" He begged.

"Good boy."

At last, Rah indulged his sub and pressed the vibrating wand onto his dick, earning a drawn-out groan from a writhing Keiji. The young man became rigid once more, back sliding against the backrest, feet digging themselves into the footrest and hands gripping the chair so tightly, it might crumble apart at any second.

Aden waited with baited breath. Time trickled by, and Keiji was just as close as he had been during his bleach treatment, and yet he seemed no closer to the goalpost. Then again, it would probably help if Rah wasn’t turning the wand’s intensity up and down every minute. Whenever he turned it down all the way, Keiji would buck his hips in a desperate attempt to produce more stimuli, more friction, more anything. When the intensity increased though, he would sink into the chair and take long, measured breaths, turning tense as the pressure built down under.

After a particularly long period of slow vibration, Keiji pleaded, "Ah-ah, hayaku! Faster, please!"

Rah puffed out a pitiless laugh. "Faster? And who has the say here, boy? Not you, that’s for damn sure, now concentrate on cumming or you’re going to go home with full balls Keiji-Kun." In retaliation, or perhaps as punishment, Aden watched as Rah lowered the vibration even further, listened to the frustrated moan Keiji let out in response.

‘When is this going to end?’ Aden though, despairing in another way to poor Keiji. Honestly, those twenty minutes should be up soon, no?

Another few minutes, and Rah turned the vibrations up almost to their maximum, the humming loud enough to be heard over his sub’s constant noise and deep pants. This time, instead of pleading with Rah, Keiji did as he was told and seemed to focus on the pleasure to his hidden genitals. Rah smiled at the look of deep concentration on his sub’s face, and helped him along by rubbing the vibrating head against, well, what Aden could only guess was Keiji’s glans from the lewd outline of his underwear.

Appreciative groans emerged from Keiji’s throat, his dye-covered head hanging forward as his tongue licked his salivating lips. "Ah…ha…ikisou…"

Rah’s smile widened. "What’s going on there, boy? Are you getting close? Are you going to cum this time?"

Keiji barely answered. Aden didn’t blame him. If he was that close to orgasm, he wouldn’t be answering questions either. Readying himself once more, Aden awaited the moment Keiji would either soil his underwear or cry tears of denial.

Seconds ticked by.

"Good boy, you can do it," Rah encouraged gently, hand rubbing the wand more insistently.

But Keiji was shaking, whining, not getting any closer.

Until Rah decided to push him; he leaned forward, close enough to inhale the scent of the toner near his boy’s ear, and whispered, "Cum for your Danna-Sama, you beautiful man."

Silence.

And then, face redder than a tomato, Keiji bucked his hips on a high-pitched "Iku! Iku-iku-iku-iku-!"

Aden took a flourish of photographs, capturing the moment when Rah whispered those teasing words to the exact moment Keiji came, his cum staining and dripping from the stretched cotton over his cockhead.

"Ī ko, Keiji-Kun," Rah gasped in delight.

"Ah!" Keiji whimpered and panted over and over again, legs and hips squirming without reprieve on the seat as he uttered a string of nonsensical Japanese. "Dame! Danna-Sama, onegai- dame, dame!"

Rah laughed, merciless as he continued to abuse his boy’s spent dick, making sure to apply pressure to the sensitive glans. "What does that mean, Keiji-Kun? Do you want me to keep going, to slow down, or maybe you want me to go faster?" To get his point across, Rah rubbed the wand faster against his boy’s cock.

"Kuso! It means ‘don’t’, so please- ah!"

"Don’t? Don’t what? Don’t stop?" Rah grinned, going faster-

"Yabbai! Don’t rub it, plea-ease!"

As Rah continued to laugh and torture his boy, Aden turned away.

He lifted a hand to his chest, felt his lungs inhaling deep, fast.

Behind his ribcage, his heart pounded fitfully.

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Exiting the bathroom upstairs from the den, Aden white his face with some paper towels he chucked into the trash bin by the door. After Keiji had cum, the photographer had retreated upstairs under the pretense that he needed to use the toilet, with the excuse that Rah was going to rinse Keiji’s hair again.

Instead, he had splashed cold water onto his heated face in an attempt at calming down.

An agitated breath left his lungs as he paced around the small lounge, urging his body to stop whatever the hell it thought it was doing.

F*** himself for being so easily affected by this damn project, by the actions in front of his camera, and most all, by the man that initiated both. What was his deal? He’s never had this much difficulty reigning in his emotions before, and now here he was, gripping the roots of his hair as a disgruntled noise left his throat.

Okay, he’s fine. This is probably the end of the session anyway, so all he needed to do now was go down into the den and retrieve his camera and laptop. Easy. Simple.

If only.

Back down in the den, he arrived on Rah plucking Keiji’s brows with tweezers, redefining their shape just a tad. Aden hovered uncertainly near his equipment, not knowing whether or not Rah wanted him to continue taking photos or not. But neither man barely looked at him, even after the barber removed the cape and turned Keiji towards the mirror to admire his new look.

In place of the lovely feathered hairstyle Keiji had when he arrived here, his locks were now swept away into the trash, shaved down to a few millimeters of soft fuzz. His black hair was nothing more than a distant memory now, the only memory of it being his untouched brows. His bleached hair had been toned with a cool silver color that glimmered like glitter in the lighting of the den.

Rah ran his hands over his sub’s head, watching him sigh appreciatively. His face, as exposed as it was now, still held signs of his embarrassment: cheeks tinted pink, eyes a tad watery from Rah’s overstimulation to his dick. His underwear was wet now, but less than before. Perhaps Rah had been nice enough to wipe some of the cum off. But otherwise, Keiji seemed…happy? Happy with his new look. At least, that’s how Aden would describe the emotion on his face.

Rah’s eyes, as usual, narrowed with satisfaction at his handiwork, whether that be his boy’s new look or Keiji’s apparent pleasure. Aden didn’t want to guess at which.

Glancing his way briefly, Rah straightened. Unlocking the chair and letting it glide down, he told his sub, "Go stand in front of the couch, boy." As Keiji stood, and bowed low to his Master before going towards the couch, Rah turned to Aden. "I’d like you to take a few last pictures of Keiji."

‘A please wouldn’t hurt you’ Aden thought as he forced a scowl from his lips. "Sure," he clipped, grabbing his Nikon from his tripod as he followed behind Rah.

Reminiscent of how this whole session started, Rah sat himself in the couch, even going so far as to propping his feet up on the coffee table, beside the remains of his sub’s tea service and the consent forms. As the photographer walked towards the side of the red couch, out of view of Rah’s eyes, he glanced at the barber’s footwear, where his ankles were crossed over one another.

An amused smirk nearly pulled at Aden’s mouth. The underside of Rah’s polished shoes sported an engraved skeletal hand in the worn red leather, in a rather distasteful flipping-off gesture.

"Now then," Rah started as he spread his arms out to either side on the back of the couch, "I did quite a bit of work on my slave, so I think I deserve to see him strut."

Keiji blinked, laughing nervously. "W-what?"

Poor guy. He had no idea what Rah just asked him, didn’t he? Or maybe Keiji didn’t want to think about it. Aden took his moment of static unease to bring his camera up to his eye and adjust his settings, Keiji’s form blurring in and out of focus in his viewfinder.

Bluntly, Rah reiterated, "Model for me, boy."

With his Nikon focused now, he could more clearly make out the distress in Keiji’s face. "I- Danna-Sama, I’m not certain I…"

At his boy’s hesitancy, Rah sighed. Closing his eyes briefly, he took a gentler approach. "Keiji, if I ask you to model for me, it’s because I think I’m going to enjoy it."

"But-"

"But, what, boy?" Rah gestured towards his head. "Why do you think I gave you this new look? This isn’t just to please me. This is to show your damn agencies that you’re worth hiring. But it’s not the whole thing, Keiji. You have to act like a model too. You laugh to get rid of your nerves, but that’s not going to do. Be serious. You told me everyone is always telling you how great you look, but agencies are a lot stricter than every day Joes. So…"

Rah reached for a remote on the table by his feet, one Aden had yet to notice yet. With a click of a button, Keiji jumped. A tiny gasp escaped his parted lips and his knees buckled beneath him.

"…Act confident in your beauty. The only time you should every show humility, is for me."

Aden knew he had stayed upstairs in the bathroom for a while. Had that been enough time for Rah to do something to Keiji? The young man looked as aroused as Lucas had been when Rah put his dick in the masturbator.

Was that it? Was Rah using a toy, hiding discreetly beneath Keiji’s underwear?

Rah’s words though, were the real game changer. Understanding dawned on that lovely face, just as Rah settled back into the couch.

Rah lifted one dark brow. "Model. Now."

In the red, blue and neutral white lights of the den, the silver and purple rope complimented Keiji’s new hair color incredibly, and Aden understood now what all that fussing over rope shade had been about. Rah had been testing Keiji’s skin tone against the shades to ensure his new hairstyle would compliment his warm skin tone perfectly. And it did. As Aden took photo after photo of Keiji, taking stances in front of his Master, he could not think of a better choice of color for his hair.

After Rah’s words, Keiji’s true nature as a model came through. No longer nervous or laughing or subservient, Keiji showed his body off with grace and poise. His almond-shaped eyes found his camera lens and stared right into it, and in that moment, the phrase "make love to the camera" finally made sense to Aden.

"Good boy, Keiji." Rah praised with a simper, head tilting to better see every angle Keiji gave him. "Remember this moment. When you go to try out for any agency from now on, I want you to remember how sexy you are for your Danna-Sama. And even if they don’t see how beautiful you are…"

Rah stood up, stood behind Keiji and wrapped his arms around him, head tilting down to lick a warm, wet path towards his boy’s exposed ear.

"…I always do."

With that final sentiment, Aden took the final shot for this session.

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Hot water ran down every one of his sore muscles. The day was finally - blessedly - over. Time had seemed to slow to a crawl within the den, and yet, when Aden finally left after giving a very brief goodbye to Rah and his sub, the hours felt like they passed by even slower.

At last, he was home. Even if the weather had been unreasonably warm for a hot shower, he had opted for one anyway, finding his shoulders stiff from the long session at Cathairsis. He groaned under the spray as he pinched his shoulders, ridding them of the knots embedded in his flesh. If Rah had been a bit quicker with his boy, maybe he wouldn’t be so sore.

‘Faster, please!’

‘Faster? And who has the say here, boy?’

Aden stopped his hands’ work. Unfocused honeyed irises stared at the bottom of his shower cubicle.

Why was he thinking about that now? At the time, he could barely look away, had only managed to do so after Keiji had climaxed. In the moment, there was nothing more he could do. He was paid to photograph this stuff, so of course he pressed the trigger. Closed the shutter, immortalized Keiji’s surrender and Rah’s dominance.

‘Plea-ease!’

Something in his field of view broke the haze of his thoughtless staring.

Erecting itself.

An unwanted guest between his legs.

And only one word could describe the horror Aden felt at its sudden presence:

"F***."

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Constructive criticism is appreciated. Few! Three parts for this beast, but a lot of things happened story-wise. I hope I did not butcher the Japanese language to those who understand it, and I hope everyone is eagerly awaiting the next part. Thank you for reading!

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