Poison Laced Pleasure

Chapter 2 : Dan's Prep For The Soiree

The week crawled by like a never-ending nightmare for him, with each clock tick painfully reminding him that Friday night was approaching. It was as if a massive, ominous cloud loomed over him, threatening to ruin his plans.

On Thursday evening, after a dinner filled with forced smiles and awkward glances with his dysfunctional family, Dan retreated to his room, his mind racing with the reality of what he had to do. He opened the dresser drawer and pulled out the bag from the grocery store, a cold plastic filled with wax strips and a shaving kit.

He had spent hours agonizing over his purchase at the store, the cashier's eyes had widened in surprise when she saw the items he had placed on the counter. She had given him a weird look, a mix of curiosity and disbelief, her lips pressed tightly together as she scanned each item with trembling hands. He could feel the weight of her judgment, but he wasn't going to change his mind simply from a few judgemental looks from a goth cashier.

He took a deep breath and started to undress, gently tugging his shirt over his head. Sitting on the bed's edge, he worked his way down to his pants. They felt a bit clingy, but with a bit of effort, he managed to pull them off. Finally, with a little more difficulty, his boxers followed, gliding down his legs as he freed himself from the last of his clingy garments.

Standing before the full-length mirror, Dan took in his naked body. He'd never felt so exposed, even though it was just him in the room. His eyes darted over his body, searching for every hint of hair that exists in his body. His gaze lingered on the dense forest that sprawled across his chest, the dark, coarse strands contrasting starkly with his pale skin. It was as if a wild creature had claimed residence there, and he was determined to evict it.

Moving downward, his eyes fell to his groin, the hair thicker and more unruly. He knew the most sensitive areas required his attention, but the sight of the dark pubic hair made his stomach clench. His cock twitched slightly at the thought of the impending pain, already beginning to protest. With a deep breath, he bent over, parting his cheeks to reveal the tightly packed hairs in his butt crack.

Not quite sure where to begin, Dan figured it'd be wise to do a bit of digging. He picked up his phone, pulled up the browser, and punched in the search query, "how to shave for the first time." The number of articles and videos that popped up was a bit intimidating, but he scrolled through them all, hunting for a guide that covered all the bases. Some of the tips and cautions he stumbled upon had his eyes going wide, his nerves getting the better of him. "Take it easy," one piece suggested, "you're better off going slow to avoid hurting yourself." He nodded solemnly, his hand quivering a tad.

He headed to the bathroom and carefully selected a spot with plenty of light. On the counter, he arranged his shaving gear with precision: wax strips, baby oil for skin prep, a freshly unwrapped razor, a can of shaving cream, and a fresh pack of band-aids ready for action. Before diving in, he took a moment to read through the instructions on the wax strip package, etching the steps into his mind. The tension in the room was thick, his heart thumping like a drum in his chest. He took a deep breath, feeling a peculiar blend of eagerness and trepidation.

He decided to start with his chest. The hair was thick, but not as intimate or as painful as the other regions he had to tackle. He squeezed a dollop of shaving cream into his palm, the cool, white blob feeling alien against his skin. The scent of mint filled the air as he spread it over his chest, his hands moving in slow, deliberate circles. He took the fresh razor and positioned it at the base of his neck, just above the collarbone. The first stroke was surprisingly smooth, the hair giving way to the sharp blade with minimal resistance. The sensation was oddly satisfying, a strange mix of pleasure and pain that had him biting his lower lip.

With each pass of the razor, his confidence grew. He watched the dark hairs fall away, revealing the pale skin beneath. The sound of the razor gliding over his skin was hypnotic, the occasional snag sending a jolt of sensation through his body. He took his time, not wanting to cut himself, especially not here. When he had covered his entire chest and stomach, he stepped back to inspect his work. It wasn't perfect, but it was a start.