Masculinity is about muscles; not chest hair and pubes!

Matt was grabbed by new tendrils around his torso while the original ones linked to the platform let go of him; leaving behind small steel cuffs around his wrists and ankles. Another thicker tendril went between his legs and emerged in front of him. He looked above to them having emerged from another large ball similar to the ones he seen earlier, but bigger. It pulled and Matt was suspended off the platform, the thicker tendril wrapping his quads up and bending his calves upward at an angle to keep his feet off the ground, the ball carrying him to another area of the floor.

“Hey; what’s happening now?”

“You’re being transported to the wet zone; depilation and decon can be messy and we like to keep the search area clear for new arrivals”

“What do you mean search?”

“You’re completely naked and the scan also checks for anomalies in the event you’ve hidden something in any of your multiple orifices”

“No chance of that, that hole is one way”

“Intriguing…” replied the orb.

It unceremoniously dumped him on the floor on his hands and knees, a steel twin track lowering from the ceiling just above him. There was a high pitched squeak and then his arms and legs snapped to the track, clearly by magetisim between the cuffs the original tendrils left attached to him and the steel track. He was then suspended at what would have been waist height horizontally, facing the ground, his back, ass and hamstrings exposed and his chest and face facing the floor.

“Clever huh boy”

“A bit over the top”

“Well I can’t risk you getting lose and damaging any equipment around here. Your kind have an aggressive streak and you have more than enough muscles to do some damage”

“True, if I got lose this place would be trashed in seconds”

“Believe me, I’m prepared for that boy. Maybe we’ll have another go later but for now I’m wagering this system is airtight, you can try your damnest but in five minutes I’m confident you’ll still be stuck to that track and the last of your precious body hair will be circling that drain”

“Game on asshole”

Matt shook his hardest to try and break the magnetic connection but to no avail. The steel track jittered slightly, but it was clearly designed too to enable it to be versatile with it’s subjects.

With that Matt heard more mechanical manouevring but couldn’t see what was going on. Next he felt a spray hitting him at shoulder level, moving over his back, to his ass and hamstrings, right down to his toes, taking all of about ten seconds.

“Aren’t you gonna do the side that has most hair?”

“Relex kid, We’ll flip you over and get at that side once we’ve got that concealed forest between those mighty glutes dealt with; just in case you think you were getting away with that”

Matt heard more mechanical noises and then heard loud humming beside his head. He quickly became aware a rotating brush was starting on his shoulder blades, beginning its way rolling across him.

Matt sighed resigningly.

“We’re precise; the implements will ensure the spray reaches the roots”

“I can feel that, yes” as the brush grazed over Matt’s buttocks making its way to his legs.

There was another joisting sound as what felt like a nailbrush landed between his glutes and started brushing back and forth

“Ouuuuuuuuch that’s a sensitive area”

“Stop being so dramatic”

“Is that really necessary?”

“This is the area you excrete from and I told you it was for hygiene purposes, are all your kind as dense as this?”

“It’s a sensitive area and that brush hurts!”

Pal sighed

The brushes withdrew once completing his legs and the soles of his feet, which also caused Matt to screech at, the big brute being quite ticklish.

Jets of warm water then deluged him, rinsing off the foam solution; before a blast of cold water

“arghhhh what’s with the cold water”

“this will help close those pores of yours and prevent acne; what’s a chilly willy for a few seconds”

“well I can’t argue with that”, blushed Matt. He was concerned; it seemed this race had done its homework on the anatomy of a man, even taking the time to learn the slang for gents junk.

The mechanical track raised him up higher then proceeded to flip him over; ready for his other side to under go the same treatment. Almost asymmetrically he began getting sprayed from his neck through to toes, brushes arriving to do their bit once the spray sequence was complete. He noticed just out of sight the nail brush was looming again.

“And where is that rough brush being shoved this time?”

There was a pause…. “I think you already know where it’s going – armpits and “sack” as you call it”

“Shit.”

The brushes whirred to life, once the main one had covered the chest and moved on to his lightly toned abs, the nail brush began its **** on the left armpit, then the right. The main brush slowed significantly once it hit his naval, clearly the earlier scan when he was in the platform had identified more time might be needed to tackle his bush. It finally sped up again once the base of his penis was reached and moved onto his quads, giving the nail brush clearance to move to it’s next target, deploying a mousetrap like bar to flip his five inch ‘show-er’ of a cock out of the way of it’s fun with his sack.

Matt was now clearly grumpy at the level of fidgeting with his private parts from Pal’s gadgets.

“We’re a long way from done, boy”

“Stop calling me boy, I’m a man”

“I’ll call you a man when you start acting like one, the amount of complaining out of you so far I’m not holding out much hope”

The jets of warm and cold water did their trick.

The rack flipped him upright again to a standing position, while retaining him in his X position.

“I’ll give you a minute to breath”

A mirror lowered in front of him and behind at an angle, enabling him to get a view of his newly hairless body from the front and back.

“Much tidier?”

“If you say so”, uttered Matt sarcastically

“It’s also for consistency purposes, you males have varying patterns and we’d prefer you all to be uniform as much as possible”

Matt rolled his eyes.

At this stage, the shock and embarrassment associated with a completely alien being looking at him butt-naked while being assaulted by machines was normalised, he may as well stand there and take it. Matt wasn’t an exhibitionist by any means, but with being in a sports team he was accustomed to being naked in view of others and knew he looked pretty good in the buff.