Gareth shares his secret (part 4) by ConvincedBoyfriend

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James, Gareth and Matthew lay in a heap of limbs and bare skin. The morning air was thick with the musk of last night's exertions. Gareth stirred first, his buzzed scalp rasping against the pillow as he nuzzled into James's neck. Matthew, sandwiched between them, blinked awake with a lazy grin, his bound wrists from the night before long untied and the blindfold discarded on the floor.

He still hadn't seen his own fresh buzz, but the prickling feeling under his exploring fingers sent a fresh jolt to his cock.

"Morning," Matthew murmured, voice husky. He propped himself up, eyes flicking between James's dark stubble and Gareth's barely-there blond buzz. "You two look even sexier in daylight."

James chuckled, pulling him in for a slow kiss, tongues sliding lazy. Gareth joined, mouthing Matthew's shoulder. "Slept like the dead. You were insatiable last night."

Matthew's cheeks flushed, but his gaze turned bold. "About that... I've been thinking. You two went smooth before. I want that. For all of us." He sat up fully, cock already half-hard against his thigh. "And I want to do it - take charge a bit. Tie you two up, maybe? Make you feel what I did."

James's eyes darkened with interest; Gareth's cock twitched visibly. "Eager pup turning dom? F***, yes. Lead the way."

They tumbled out of bed, naked and hard, padding to the bathroom where the floor was still a battlefield of hair: Matthew's light brown curls in bouncy piles, mixed with the short dark and blond clippings from James and Gareth. Matthew stopped short, staring down at his shorn locks for the first time - thick, glossy coils scattered like abandoned treasure. His breath hitched; he knelt, running fingers through the mess, cock jumping to full hardness. "That's... all mine? F***, that's hot." His arousal deepened as he stood up and saw his reflection for the first time, turned on by his own masculinity.

James and Gareth watched, excited by Matthew's fascination.

"Gets better," Gareth whispered.

Matthew stood, eyes gleaming with newfound dominance. "On your knees, both of you. Hands behind your backs."

They complied, kneeling on the tile amid the hair. Matthew fetched the silk tie and a spare belt from the hook, binding their wrists - James first, then Gareth - tight enough to bite. He rummaged in the cabinet for shaving foam, a razor, and fresh blades, his cock bobbing with every move.

"We'll start with heads. Then we're cleaning up that body hair. And no touching yourselves till I say."

He lathered James first - thick foam over the stubble, massaging it in until James's scalp was a white dome, drips running down his neck. Matthew tilted James's head, razor gliding with the grain: front to back, the scrape soft but electric. Foam and stubble sluiced away, leaving pink skin.

More foam and against the grain next - meticulous, his free hand pinning James's shoulder when he squirmed. James groaned, cock leaking steadily onto the hair-strewn floor.

Gareth watched, bound and throbbing, as Matthew rinsed James clean. The result gleamed: flawless, sensitive scalp that flushed under the light. Matthew rubbed it possessively, then moved to Gareth - foam, massage, razor. Gareth's blond stubble vanished in stripes, the glide obscene. Gareth leaned into every stroke, barely in control of his own body.

When he was done, Matthew palmed both their smooth domes, the frictionless touch making them both buckle.

"Your turn on me," Matthew said, releasing Gareth's hands. He surprised himself with the commanding tone in his voice. He guided James's mouth to his cock. "Suck while Gareth does it."

Gareth took the razor - leaning in to lather Matthew's buzz, then shaving with careful strokes, fighting the urge to stroke his cock and blow his load on the emerging smoothness of Matthew's scalp. Matthew groaned around the sensation, thrusting shallow into James's mouth as he revelled in the sensation of his transformation.

By the end, all three heads shone bald, hypersensitive under wandering hands.

"Bodies next," Matthew ordered, untying James so he could get to his feet. He lathered James's chest first - swirling foam over pecs, abs, down to the trimmed pubes. Razor followed: armpits, chest, arms, legs, groin - stripping all of the dark hair until James was smooth as marble, cock jutting from bare skin.

Gareth submitted next, moaning as Matthew shaved him meticulously, balls tightening under the blade.

Finally, Matthew handed the razor to James. "Do me. Make me smooth like you. James and Gareth worked together - foam everywhere, a razor each gliding over Matthew's lithe frame until he matched them: hairless from neck down, skin flushed and electric.

Impulsively, Gareth grabbed the razor again, eyes wild. "One more thing." He tilted his head to the mirror, drawing the blade over his own eyebrows - left first, then right - stripping the dark blond arches to nothing. Bare, shocked skin stared back.

James and Matthew froze, then groaned in unison, cocks jerking at the extreme vulnerability.

"F***, that's insane," James rasped, but he pulled Gareth in for a filthy kiss, hands roaming the smooth skin above his boyfriend's eyes.

Matthew, dominant fire blazing, pushed them both to their knees again. "Suck me. Both of you."

They obeyed, tongues lapping at his smooth cock and balls - James deep-throating, Gareth mouthing the sack. Matthew fisted their bald scalps, rubbing the domes as he thrust. The sensitivity overwhelmed; they all came hard - Matthew spilling down James's throat first, then James and Gareth stroking each other to messy release, cum splattering the floor amid the hair and foam blobs.

The bathroom stank: sweat and cum mingling with the foam's chemical bite. They collapsed in a heap, rubbing smooth bodies and heads, afterglow buzzing.

Later, cleaned up but still naked, James grabbed his phone. "Let's FaceTime Harry. Show him the new us."

Harry, their long-haired mate in Berlin - wild auburn waves to his waist, the one James and Matthew had both hooked up with on separate trips - answered on the third ring. His face filled the screen, then froze in shock at the three bald heads grinning back.

"What the actual f***?" Harry laughed, eyes wide. "You lot look like escaped convicts! Wait, is this like some kink thing? Where was my invite...?"

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