Autumn starts the busiest season at the Costa Rican all-inclusive resort, especially the weeks before and after Labor Day weekend. You won’t find this place on any travel agent’s website. It doesn’t advertise, and all of its guests are either repeat customers or referrals from customers. The place is an all male, all inclusive, no holds barred fantasy island that caters to its clients’ deepest fantasies. Mr. Ramirez is a concierge at the resort. His title basically means he is responsible for enabling any and all fantasy wishes of any or all guests. He is well-versed in all aspects of sexual pleasure and is equally comfortable topping submissive guests as he is being bound and roughly abused by one or more sadistic tops. He is a muscular hunk of a chameleon, able to change his expressions from those of a coy, boy-next-door type, to a rugged, confident, in-control master you’d fear in the best way.

The wardrobe Mr. Ramirez could choose from was extensive, to accommodate any and all fetish fantasies of the guests. Full lines of sports gear, leather, rubber, neoprene, formalwear, and accessories are at his disposal 24×7 for whenever an urge hits a client. Of course, Ramirez’s body is perfectly built to not only wear these outfits, but wear them very, very well. Not surprisingly, many guests opt for the underwear, Speedo, or island thong look for their hunky concierge for obvious reasons, and I don’t mean the tropical climate. Regardless of the outfit of the day, it usually doesn’t last past noon – then Mr. Ramirez is usually wearing an earring and a pair of flip flops, if that.

And his clients often feel even THAT is too much – wanting to drink in every square inch of his perfect naked form. During slow seasons, Mr. Ramirez occupies his time designing “sets” you might say. Some client requests are quite elaborate and require customized contraptions in order to completely fulfill their fetish fantasies.
The gates compound is roughly 5 square miles with various buildings, each containing sound stages to accommodate anything from mild to wild. Often, guests want their fantasies to be recorded, so production quality is impeccable.

A rarely used fetish outfit is Mr. Ramirez’s welding gear.

It’s actually not part of the fantasy wardrobe, but seeing this muscle god in a welding apron, helmet, and boots – and nothing else, is a huge untapped fantasy that guests really need to see. They’re simply his work clothes, but the guy can turn any wardrobe into a fantasy come true. Other staff members joke of his perfect form and rugged handsomeness, playing games at his expense. They fashion costumes in the most unassuming and non-sexual designs in an effort to find SOMETHING he can’t wear well. But the gang often ends up masturbating to him modeling it – sometimes with that soulful, shy, boy-next-door face, and other times strutting around like he owns everyone. Amazingly, he could command his cock to full erection, and in this “bad ass” persona, he’d often “force” his fake guests to suck him off right then and there. Of course they always would… ummm, strictly for practice when the real guests arrived. Yep, that’s it. Practice for the guests!

Ramirez was welding this particular day to fashion a custom barber chair for a client who specifically requested HIM in his next fantasy session – a semi-vacation in about a month. This guy was a hairy muscle bear in every sense of the word. He desired a slow, sensual, top-to-bottom full-body shave during his visit – by a naked Ramirez.

As if that wasn’t specific enough, he insisted that he not know when the shave would happen, and that he’d be kidnapped and secured in the chair during the shave.

The guy’s shave and bondage fantasy was very specific, so Ramirez set about creating a minimalist barber chair that would secure his future client during his slow and torturous shave. One of the many things that set this fantasy resort apart from others is attention to detail. Mr. Ramirez over delivers with his clients, which is why he is in such demand. He did significant (albeit undercover) research on his upcoming client meeting and discovered some of the additional kinks his client enjoyed. It’s amazing what people post on gay social media websites!

Mr. Ramirez got inside his client’s head and overdesigned his barber chair to addressed his desired fantasies – and a whole lot more. Based on Ramirez’s research, Mr. “H” was a big burly top who had secret bottom fantasy — with a good smattering of bondage thrown in for good measure. Mr. “H”’s shaving fantasy was going to be only a part of a kidnap fantasy that would include his full body shave, but include some additional torment that he wasn’t expecting – but would remember for a long time.

Ramirez was fitting his client’s barber chair with sufficient restraints, but also a trap door for an ample-sized vibrating ass plug. Clients love surprises. There was also a small cubby with a door built into the base of the chair where an industrial milking sheath was stowed (for convenience, of course). It was sized to accommodate Mr. “H’s erect penis perfectly, and had a triple-ring silicon cage attached to the open end. It fitted around one’s cock base, then the balls were fitted down through the 2nd ring, and the penis was fitted through the main ring and into the cock sheath. The general effect was that once installed, the penis would remain quite erect, the ball sack would be squeezed, and the whole genitals area would be forcibly coupled to the milking sheath. Ramirez hated how milking sleeves would fall off during vigorous pumping sessions — due to dick deflation after too many cums or possibly wild thrusts to shake off the device when overstimulation caused victims to temporarily go insane and lash about.

This subtle alteration would ensure that Mr. “H” would be forced to “enjoy” his multiple forced orgasms and his multiple dry orgasms as he passed through the many stages of horniness to fulfilled bliss to insane mental meltdown from over stimulation. Mr. Ramirez would be using a straight razor during the shave, so at about the time he was working his way down to shave Mr. “H”s ball sack, he’d be dry shooting and being overstimulated… a period where a man can barely control his involuntary muscular reflexes, but certainly MUST control them lest he interfere with his barber’s delicate work.

There are no “safe” words at this resort, but to avoid a Sweeny Todd reputation, Mr. Ramirez plans for every contingency, and has a duplicate straight razor made of gloss silver rubber that could fool special effects experts in the movies. A little sleight of hand, and Mr. “H” will never realize the difference – especially in his heightened pre- and post-orgasmic torment. Oh, how Mr. “H” will sweat. Yeah, he’ll be back.

After the chair was completed, there was no shortage of volunteer colleagues offering to christen Mr. Ramirez’s chair… to ensure the safety of the future client(s), of course. During the test runs, there was no real shaving of course, and all parties involved discussed the elaborate plan of first kidnapping Mr. “H” during a shower, and shaving his back and ass cheeks IN the shower before dragging him to the barber chair.

After all, his fantasy was a FULL body shave – and they couldn’t leave his back and ass cheeks hairy! Mr. Ramirez’s chair – and specifically the restraints, ass plus, and sucking cock tube worked flawlessly.

After three volunteers, Ramirez was convinced of it’s effectiveness for “general” use, so his 4th volunteer (Max – how fitting!) got snugged in with the vibrating ass plug and the sucking, vibrating cock sheath, and was left overnight (much to his surprise) to evaluate “extreme” use of the chair and it’s mental and physical effects on occupants.

What’s that old saying about it’s not really considered bondage until you really want to get loose. Max got to play Mr. “H” all evening, all night, and through the next morning. Unfortunately, the staff partied most of the evening, and slept late the next day – missing their check in time and thereby nullifying the overnight test results.

So, Ramirez decided to leave Max in the chair for another day, citing Max’s initial eagerness to take the chair for a trial run. Max was not too pleased and hurled some pretty interesting comments Ramirez’s way. Ramirez smiled and remined Max that there were no “safe words” at the compound and that his efforts were all part of his job description in ensuring clients had a fabulous time. They HAD to determine how long a client could physically and mentally last in the chair, being ass stimulated and cock stimulated beyond any and all refractory periods.

Ramirez patted Max on the forehead and balls, and bid him good luck. “I’ll be back to shave you from head to toe later this evening!”