Smooth submission

It started with the razor gliding under his arm. Just a quick shave, he had thought, nothing unusual. But as he lifted his arm and felt the clean smoothness, something inside him tingled. His eyes dropped to his chest in the bathroom mirror, tracing the faint trail of hair over his pecs, down his stomach. Curiosity and a rush of adrenaline took over.

“What if…” he murmured, pressing the razor lower.

One swipe across his chest, and it was too late. He watched dark stubble rinse away in the sink, revealing pale, gleaming skin beneath. Another pass, and another. His breathing quickened. Soon his chest was bare, his nipples standing out more sharply, his torso sleek.

By the time he reached his stomach, he was trembling, half from excitement, half from disbelief. Every stroke made him feel lighter, freer. The hiss of the razor, the sting of foam, the sight of hair spiraling down the drain, it all became addictive.

Minutes turned to nearly an hour. When he finally leaned back, the mirror revealed a stranger: smooth chest, hairless stomach, arms bare, legs gleaming. He’d shaved everything. His hand slid down his thigh, marveling at the silk-like skin. Pulling on a t-shirt felt electric, the fabric whispered against his bare chest in a way he had never imagined. His shorts clung differently without the coarse cushion of hair.

He smiled privately, savoring this secret thrill.

But the next day, his sister texted him: Pool afternoon at my place. A few friends are coming too. Don’t chicken out.

He thought nothing of it at first. But standing at the pool, shirt off, the sun catching the shine of his freshly shaven skin, he realized his secret wouldn’t last long.

His sister’s eyes narrowed immediately. “Wait… did you… shave? Like, everything?”

Her friends turned to look. A brunette giggled, covering her mouth. Another leaned forward, sunglasses slipping down her nose.

“Holy crap, he’s smooth like a baby!” one of them squealed.

Heat flushed his cheeks. “I just… felt like trying something new, okay?”

His sister smirked, shaking her head. “You actually shaved everything? Oh my god, look at him. He’s literally glowing.”

Laughter rippled through the group.

One girl reached out, brushing his arm with two fingers. “Wow… it’s so soft. Seriously, feel this!” she told the others. Soon he was surrounded, hands brushing along his torso, shoulders, even his stomach. Every touch sent a jolt of humiliation and a guilty shiver of sensation through him.

“Bet you even did your legs,” another teased, crouching to inspect. When she saw the gleaming skin, she burst out laughing. “No way! He’s smoother than us!”

His sister shook her head, sipping her drink. “This is priceless. My brother’s basically competing with us now.”

The brunette leaned close, whispering mock-seriously, “You know what would complete the look? A bikini. I swear, you’d pass as one of us from a distance.”

His stomach dropped. “No, no way.”

But they were already buzzing with energy, the idea feeding their laughter. “Come on, it’d be hilarious. Just for a picture.”

He shook his head, but hands were already tugging, cajoling, teasing. “Don’t be shy, smooth boy. You’re basically begging for it, walking around hairless like that.”

His sister chuckled from her chair. “Honestly, he kinda deserves it. Look at him squirm.”

They dragged him toward the house, voices overlapping. “We’ve got extras… bright pink or leopard print?” “Oh, the pink, definitely.”

Minutes later, he stood in front of them, face burning, stuffed into a bikini that clung too tightly, the strings digging against his smooth hips. The cups gaped awkwardly over his flat chest, but the contrast only made their laughter louder.

“Oh my god, look at him! He’s adorable!” one of them gasped, snapping photos with her phone. Another posed next to him, puckering her lips, while another crouched to take a full-body shot.

His sister raised her phone too, smirking. “Family album material right here. ‘My brother, the swimsuit model.’”

Click. Flash. Giggles.

He stood frozen, humiliated, every inch of his bare, silky skin exposed under the bikini and their mocking eyes. The fabric slid against him in ways both embarrassing and strangely intoxicating, every breeze a reminder of what he had done the night before.

The brunette waved her phone. “These are going straight to the group chat. You’re never living this down.”

His sister grinned. “Oh, he’ll live it down. After all… he’s already smoother than any of us. Might as well embrace it.”

The laughter echoed around him, camera shutters clicking, his secret thrill turned into public humiliation.

And deep down, despite the shame, he couldn’t help but feel the silky straps of the bikini against his freshly shaven skin… and shiver.