[Original] Jasper

Title: Jasper
Source: Steampunk
Genre: Erotica
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Word Count: 1,506
Summary: A contract, once signed, must be carried out.
A/N: Written for the kink_bingo prompt "Shaving/Depilation"

"You have the contract?"

"Of course."

Jasper looked it over, then passed it to the city solicitor. It seemed to be the standard issue agreement, one week, terms filled in as acceptable, payment to be issued in eight installments. The first immediately and then at the same hour each following day as satisfaction was met. It would clear his debts.

He looked over at the solicitor, who gave the nod. "Very well, I accept."

"Excellent." The intermediary passed the contract back to him, and a quill pen. "You will begin immediately."



The house was large for the district, and by the architecture Jasper guessed that it was one of those houses that belonged to an old family who refused to move as the neighborhood lost value and residents. The gatekeeper let him in without a fuss; apparently he had been expected. Either his new employer had very fast messengers or he had anticipated that Jasper would accept, based on the enormity of his debts.

Even with the promise that his debts would be cleared, he'd thought several times about refusing this offer on his services. He'd had word put around because it was all he had to offer at the moment, but this gentleman in particular, though filthy stinking rich, had a reputation for unsavory tastes. Still, money was money, and he'd put in the contract that he wouldn't perform any really unpleasant duties, and if the contract was violated the man would have to pay his full fee plus reparations. So there was that.

"Mr. Jasper?"

And that would be the butler. Who didn't look as though he approved of all of this, but only for a moment. It wasn't a butler's place to say how an old man amused himself.

Jasper nodded. "I'm here to begin my term of service."

"Yes, I know. Please proceed to the main wing. Down the hall, to your left. Those will be your quarters, the master has instructed that you are to bathe before you are brought to him."

He shrugged, nodded. Went on down the hall to get it over with as quickly and thoroughly as possible.

His eyes widened at the accommodations. It looked more like the sort of room a man of his stature would give an honored guest rather than a servant like Jasper. Large, ornate bed, apparently for his own use, couches and divans, and the bathing chamber was just as well appointed with a large copper tub that was, he had to admit, damn near too much luxury. He almost didn't remember to scrub every possible place of himself, the tools for which had indeed been laid out, so he had guessed right. No clothes were laid out or in the wardrobe, and he was wondering whether to simply dress himself in his old clothes or wait for instruction when there was a knock on the door. The butler, again.

"Well, you are... clean." The man wouldn't quite look at him. Jasper wondered how a servant this squeamish survived an employer who indulged in that many kinds of contracts. "Come this way."

The lights dimmed as they went down the corridor towards the bedroom. For atmosphere, because the old man's eyes couldn't tolerate light, Jasper didn't know. The butler announced him after first knocking on the door. "Sir. Your new hire is here."

"Bring him inside."

The old man's voice was strong. Jasper wondered if his body was strong as well, and for the first time felt his own body begin to stir. Men didn't do it for him, although he'd had the pleasure of men as well as women, and he didn't normally have this kind of reaction. There was something sensational about the man's rolling bass voice, though. Something that tickled the imagination.

The form silhouetted in the bed swung its legs over the side, then came slowly to its feet. He padded into the light, dressed at the very least in a house robe and, yes, a little unsteady in his gait. His hair was thready and pure silver, pouring down over his shoulders. His frame was lean but held proud and straight, and his face was less wrinkled than Jasper had imagined.

"Hmph. Too fuzzy. Like a great big oafish bear." Jasper opened his mouth to point out that he had been informed what he was purchasing. "Come with me."

Was this some sort of strange test? Insult, then approval? Jasper followed.

Into another washroom, this one with a marble slab of a table on which a cloth had been laid. The old man patted the cloth. "Lie down."

"On my face or..."

"It makes no difference."

The first scrape of the razor came at his ankles, and Jasper groaned inwardly. The man meant to shave him clean of all hair, toes to top. As long as he didn't mean to shave his head, although Jasper hadn't thought to specify that that be a part of the alterations forbidden during his term of service. Damn.

The old man was meticulous, though. Pushing his knees apart as he traveled up first one calf, then the other. The air was cool over his skin, a breeze being wafted up from some fan or vent and flowing against his nethers in a peculiarly stimulating way. He didn't touch himself, though. He hadn't been given permission and though he wasn't expressly forbidden, and knew that a number of people enjoyed that sort of thing, he didn't want to find out otherwise when the man had a razor pressed to his inner thigh.

And then, to other more sensitive places.

Jasper fought the urge to squirm. The old man's fingers manipulated his balls expertly around the razor blade, parting hair from skin with clean, tiny scrapes, leaving little tufts of fuzz on the cloth. He ignored the rising cock, even as Jasper watched himself harden at the sight of the man's fingers playing him in what would be foreplay for, apparently, anyone else. He kept waiting for it, a finger against his hole, a stroke along his cock, but it didn't come. The razor traveled up his body without comment.

Shaving his chest tickled his nipples. Shaving under his arms just felt odd, and his erection softened slightly as he frowned in concentration, not moving. Wondering if this was what women felt when they shaved their bodies for the pleasure of men. So did some boywhores, but he was no whore by profession, only by circumstance, and he had no practice at it nor inclination to engage. They weren't well paid in any case, unless they had the protection of a guild.

"Turn over," the man said quietly, as the razor stopped at his shoulders. Jasper breathed a sigh of relief that the hair on his head wasn't to be touched, and did.

This time the old man went from the shoulders down. There was little to remove from his back, but by the time they reached his buttocks he was tense with anticipation. And not the frightened kind. The old man moved him up onto his knees, face still planted in the cloth, and proceeded to shave his hind quarters. His cock stiffened again, each movement of the razor sending little raw tingles along his body. And then the old man took a fingertip and began probing, businesslike, at his anus. Prying open his hole with two fingers as though to inspect it, and he felt the swift stroke of the razor as it cut those last few hairs circling the pink pucker.

"There," he rumbled, that same businesslike tone. The old man moved in front of him, though, and Jasper could see that the effect had been anything but businesslike. Also that he wasn't wearing anything under the robe.

The old man flipped back the front panels of his robe and stepped up, a little wobbly still, onto a box. "Take care of this before we go further," he told him, almost absently, one thorny hand curling around the back of Jasper's head and bringing his lips down to his cock. "Finishing you has quite undone me." He didn't even sound out of breath. Didn't sound undone in the slightest. But by the time Jasper had bobbed his head two or three times they were both panting, the old man with the heat of his mouth and Jasper with the memory of the fingers prodding at his genitals and the scrape of the razor around his hole. The old man's watery seed splashed on the inside of his cheek, and Jasper's erection grew to almost painful intensity. He hoped his employer would let him take care of it soon.

He also hoped, though he didn't quite admit it to himself just yet, that they would have to do this again before his week was up.