Beware of the Dog

The bald, broad-shouldered man kneels on the cold tiles while the other, his fingers slick with oil, trims his hair with sharp precision, every snip a deliberate cut. The restrained one’s wrists bound to the chair, his lips forced open as the other takes what he wants, fingers probing deep before the first slow lick traces his throat. By the end, both stand bare, the humiliation etched in the way the kneeling man’s head stays bowed, his mouth still wet from the other’s dominance.