A Nashty Tale- Nash Grier "Fanfic"

50 Shades Grier-er

He put it in my butt.

He treated my asshole as he did his fan's emotions: poorly, with little regard for it's well-being. Wrapping his fist around the handle of the curling wand as he jammed it into my butt, he pressed the on button. I felt the heat rising quickly and let out a whelp, before stuttering out "Nash- it's on." He looked at the glowing red heat button and back at me with a sadistic look in his toilet water blue eyes. He kept going.

I heard my anus flesh hiss as it was being scorched, having no escape from the curling iron it surrounded. "NASH!" I screamed out between my silent sobs, and he finally took notice to my pain.

He pulled it out slowly, it's heat still lingering in my asshole in the same way that the smell of Axe infused the room when he entered. "Aw, babe," he starts, putting the curling wand on my bedspread, singeing it as it lays. He pushes my skirt up to reveal my bare ass, throbbing in pain. He rubs my hind with his remarkably well manicured hands, his lady fingers stretching the cheeks apart to reveal my now permanently singed asshole.

He says nothing, but his hands suddenly begin moving frantically. Despite the previous ordeal I ask with fear "what?" 
"A-a hair. There's a hair. Above your asshole." He says with clenched teeth.
"Nash, I'm sorry I-"
"WE HAVE DISCUSSED THIS. UNLESS IT IS ON TOP OF YOUR HEAD OR YOUR EYEBROWS YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE HAIR ON YOUR BODY." My voice is meak. "Yes Nash; I'm sorry Nash." "ARE YOU? BECAUSE IF YOU WERE YOU WOULD BE FINDING A FUCKING RAZOR RIGHT NOW! YOU KNOW HOW FEMALE BODY HAIR MAKES ME FEEL- YOU'VE SEEN MY PANIC ATTACKS." "Yes, I remember. The time a hair grew on my pinky toe and you felt it while we were trying on shoes and you started crying and screaming in Payless- how could I forget." "APPARENTLY VERY EASILY. GO FIND ME A RAZOR NOW!"

I stand up, my ass burining against itself, chafing as I run to the bathroom to find a razor. I know that it will hurt to have my molten anus flesh shaved upon, but I, like every other girl worthy of his glance, must #Shave for Nash.

When I return he lays me down tenderly, having composed himself. His toothpick arms wrap around my waist as he lifts me the quarter inch necessary to flip me over. "This may hurt." He says sweetly, rubbing his daisy scented palms on the small of my back. "Do it for the vine," I respond tenderly.

He makes short, quick flicks with the blade, his unfamiliarity with the razor becoming apparent. He knicks my ass several times before I ask "Do- do you not shave?" I feel his face change as he says "Uh, yeah babe. Like every day. I have so much body hair that I shave off just for you... totally." "Okay babe," I respond. "Be more careful."

After a remarkable 32 strokes to get one ass hair, he puts the razor down. He blots my ass blood with my bed spread before plopping down onto it beside me. He pulls me into his noodle arms as I pull away from him. "Do you realize how much that hurt?" I ask, refusing to look at him. When he says nothing I flip over to look into his toilet water eyes. "Swag, bitch." He says with a tender smile. I nuzzle into him; how could I have gotten so lucky?