Headshave Fanatic
The Sports Academy is a series of stories that take place within a school/university setting where athletes over the age of 18 have a chance to develop their skills and be scouted by professional teams if they didn’t have that opportunity during their school years. These stories have mature and sexual content.
Katie Lin glanced at the score. 25-25, DEUCE. She ran her sweaty palm through the hair that had escaped her shoulder-length raven-black ponytail, trying not to let it get into her eyes. The massive crowd was one you usually saw for state championships, not a game played for a bet, but it had gathered because of what was at stake. Pride. Shame. Locks. These people weren’t here to watch the winner, they were here for the loser.
I never should have made that bet. Katie had never been too attached to her hair, it had always sort of just been there. Been a part of her but not nearly the most important. When Luke had challenged her, the thought of wiping that smirk off his face had overcome any doubt that may have welled up inside her. She had bet her hair easily thinking that she’s not like most girls. She wouldn’t cry or regret having to lose it, it would honestly be nice to not have to worry about shampoo and styling and warm weather, and her volleyball would improve. She had been confident, perhaps too confident.
With the game being as close as it was, Katie couldn’t help but notice her hair more. Sure, it wasn’t her pride and joy, but she also hadn’t ever done anything radical with it either. She had never worn it short, dyed it, or even tried bangs. Who am I without it? Well, she wasn’t going to give herself a chance to find out.
It was Luke’s turn to serve, which gave his team the advantage. However, Katie knew that if she could just dig deep and keep the ball in play, her team would score. They had by far been the better offensive team, she had been meticulous in picking out Charlie, Nadina, and Lucy, three of the best spikers in the academy. Katie was the setter, but she knew André could both spike and set the ball, which would work in their favor.
She caught Luke’s eye, they had a glint in them. A promise. I’m taking that hair of yours. Why was he so set upon humiliating her? Well, he wasn’t going to get his chance. Luke threw the ball up, power building in his legs and hips as he ran up. The ball soared through the air, but Katie was ready for it. With all her focus and balance, she lifted the ball up, her silky wet ponytail clasping against the back of her head. The ball was perfectly in place for André, they were going to get the advantage, and one of the others would score the point…
No. She needed to be the one to do it. Luke had embarrassed her enough. She called out loud for the ball, leaving André with a puzzled look. Katie scrambled to her feet and stormed towards the left side of the net. The ball came swiftly, a bit too close to the net, but hittable. She could see Luke’s astonished face. Soon that perfect golden-brown curly hair of his would be on the floor and she’d have come out on top. She would win. Their eyes met. Katie was ravenous. Nothing else mattered but those bright blue eyes and perfect cheekbones. Well, the ball also mattered. Fuck!
The ball was coming fast and Katie had been lost in those weird thoughts. She dug her heels into the floor and leapt, high and mighty and with an organized chaos. Luke and his teammates jumped to block, but her trajectory was true and she slammed the ball through the wall into the corner of their field.
Her team roared with cheers, and Katie looked straight at Luke. “Your hair is mine pretty boy!” She waited for his flush, his retort, his acknowledgment of her jeer. But all he did was glance toward the referee. Katie’s heart sank. A net violation. She had been coming with too much force and her fingers had grazed the net, at least that’s what the ref told her. She had been too obsessed with the image of finally winning against Luke, finally putting him down a peg.
Now all that was left was his annoying face smirking at her. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t have to. She had made a fool of herself. He had the advantage and if she lost this next point he would shave her head in front of everyone. She’d be the laughing stock of the school, her conservative parents would be mortified, and now that everyone had openly seen her mocking Luke, the reckoning would come crashing down even harder.
I still have a chance. It was true, it was only 26-25, she could come back. But Luke was still serving and that last one had been perfect. If she had just left the ball to Nadina or Charlie who both were in better positions, then she wouldn’t be in this mess. But she had to be the one to win, her arrogance and love of competition had no end. She would lose her hair and what would she be then. The sweat was trickling down her forehead. Her jersey was plastered to her. She never got nervous during Volleyball, why was she so nervous now?
Luke threw the ball up and ran hard at it. Katie braced for impact, but just as Luke was about to spike the ball, he instead tapped it with the gentlest of touches. A jump float. The ball flew silently towards her, shifting slightly from side to side, but nothing she couldn’t handle. It seemed the jump float had failed. She reached out to lift the ball up, but right before she made contact, the ball switched direction and hit the tips of her fingers. The ball flew behind her, the room was silent, her breath caught in her throat, and the ball touched the ground. The packed gymnasium erupted into cheers and taunts, but Katie’s world went quiet. The stench of sweat was gone, the taste of salt evaporated, she couldn’t even feel her own fingers, her own face, her hair. Was it already gone? She couldn’t tell.
She was suddenly snapped out of her trance by Luke standing in front of her, smiling broadly. Her teammates gave her sorrowful looks, but also faces that told her she was alone in this. She had dug her grave.
Luke had picked up a microphone and was chatting to the audience. “Who wants to see me shave Katie’s fucking head!?” The audience roared in agreement. Luke turned toward her. “A bet is a bet,” he said issuing another challenge. “Will you go through with it or run away from your word?”
She could run away, say it was all a joke, a jest. It would be pathetic, but at least she’d have her hair. She was no coward though. She had lost, now time to face the consequences.
She took the microphone from Luke and spoke with confidence. “Alright, let’s shave my fucking head!” The audience erupted even loader, chanting “SHAVE HER HEAD” as one of Luke’s teammates brought at a foldable chair. Katie took a deep breath and sat down, trying her best to keep the fear off her face.
Luke had the microphone once more. “Before we can shave her head, we first need to wash her hair or the clippers won’t work. Otherwise the sweat will get in the way.” This was news to Katie and she looked up at Luke with a confused glance. He just smiled down at her. Then Jamie and Malcolm brought out two large buckets of water, and Jamie dumped one after the audience counted to three. The water was cold, immediately soaking her body. Her white and blue volleyball kit was skin tight against her, the cold water making giving the audience a good show.
She was shivering, but she suddenly felt her ponytail loosen. Luke ran his hands through her wet and musky hair and then pulled out a bottle of shampoo. It was humiliating having her hair washed in front of all these people, but feeling Luke’s strong fingers massage her scalp sent shivers down her body that weren’t a result of the drenching. Before she was ready to give up that touch, a new water bucket had been thrown over her head. This water was warmer, thank god.
It was now time for the big finale, Luke completing his masterpiece and shaving her head. At this point she felt relatively calm. She was drenched, tired and… Impatient? She wanted to get this over with… Or rather, she wanted to get this started? The thought of what was to come intrigued her now. There was a wetness building between her legs that was warmer than the water. She heard the sound of a buzzing and knew the clippers had roared to life.
She could see the crowd cheering and chanting, but she heard nothing but the slight whisper in her ears. “I’m gonna shave your head and then I’m going to fuck you”. His lips caressed her throat and the only sound that she managed to give was the pathetic little yelp of a girl who wanted her head shaved.
Luke moved the clippers to her forehead and before she knew it he was buzzing a patch down the middle of her scalp. Katie’s mouth hung open, the sensation was incredible. All those eyes on her, feeling the breeze on her now naked scalp, feeling Luke’s fingers in her hair. He took another strip, and another, and another. Her black hair was cascading down her body, most of it catching on her wet clothes and the rest swimming in the puddle. He legs felt weak, the space between them felt fired up. Am I really enjoying this so much?
Luke had turned toward her sides, effortlessly stripping her of her black crown that had for so long defined who she was without her even realising it. Her hair was a symbol of her being stuck, always unable to move beyond the cage she was trapped in. But now she was being let go, and Luke was setting her free, but more importantly, she was setting herself free.
Luke finished up, cutting off all the loose hairs, and a mirror was brought to her face. The girl that stared back was still her, but now was a brand new confidence. I look fucking fantastic. All that was left on her scalp was a couple millimetres of black stubble, but her brown eyes were bolder now, she cheeks were rosy red with embarrassment, pride and lust. While everyone else was laughing, cheering and waiting in line to touch her bald head, Luke was standing off to the side staring at her. A new look in his eyes, one she hadn’t seen before. She made her way through the crowd and walked right up to him. She leaned in close, kissing his ear and whispering a promise. “Meet me in the locker rooms in 30 minutes”. He stared back at her incredulously, his eyes glancing down at her soaked features. She smiled and turned and walked away, making an effort to leave him a trail worth exploring.
After having showered all the grime of the game off, taking extra long to feel the warm water running down her now naked scalp. Well, almost naked. Not yet. The feeling had been amazing, and after 25 minutes of just standing there she finally got out and got changed back into her academy uniform. She had no more classes for the day and would be returning to her apartment soon, but she couldn’t very well walk through the town in wet and sweaty volleyball clothes. She liked the uniform though, the white shirt and red tie went well with her new look, she thought she looked badass and beautiful at the same time.
Soon, the door creaked open and Luke stepped inside, also wearing his uniform. His sleeves were rolled up and his untucked shirt give him the look of a guy who was calm, but his face gave his condition away. He wanted her, he needed her, but was trying not to show it. This boy must hate looking desperate. Katie walked up slowly to him, taking his large hands in hers and placing them on her head. Carefully, he began moving them around feeling the prickling sensation in his fingers, the slight moan giving away his lust. The bulge in his pants even more so.
“You never finished the job, it’s too prickly,” Katie whispered. “What?” he croaked. Goodness, he was already entranced in her spell. “I want you to finish shaving my head,” she said as she pulled a razor and shaving cream out of her bag. She always brought the tools to shave her legs and arms before a big game if she had forgotten the night before, but today they would be used for something different. She wanted to go all the way.
“Are you sure?” Luke was breathing heavily, pain evident on his face from his growing erection struggling against its cage of fabric. Katie leaned in and kissed him, a deep, longing kiss that he reciprocated. She almost had to wrench herself free from his grasp, shoving the razor into his hands. She wet her towel under the hot tap water, and placed the wet towel over her head. While she waited, she kissed him again, his hands finding their targets against her shirt. She looked him in the eyes and he took off the towel, beginning to spread the shaving foam over her scalp. She took a deep breath and whispered gently, “make me bald and I will make your fantasies come true.” He finally smiled, “you already have.”
He took the razor and ran it through her stubbly scalp, making her smooth. He worked in silent diligence, making sure his work was perfection. Katie just took in the warmth of his breath on her face and the tan skin on his neck. The sensation was amazing. It was as if the last fear and self-doubt was being taken from her and turned into strength and determination. With the last vestiges of her once black crown being shorn away, she now had a whole world of opportunity ahead of her.
When Luke passed the final time and wiped her head with the towel, Katie felt up and let out a moan as she felt the smooth skin under her touch. If shaved legs felt nice in linen sheets, imagine what a smooth head would feel like on a silk pillow. There was so many firsts she had to try out now, but first, she looked to Luke. What was he thinking behind those thoughtful gorgeous eyes? He looked her deep into her eyes. “You’re beautiful Katie.”
That was all she needed, she flung herself at him. The weight of their bodies taking them to the ground, enveloped in a deep kiss and rabid groping. Luke lifted her up and she tied her legs around his waist, shoving her tongue as far into his mouth as she could. His hand reached between her skirt, feeling the drenched silk of her panties. He leaned her up against the shower stall, but the door wasn’t locked so it opened wide. Luke stumbled into the stall, still holding his bald goddess.
Naughtiness awoke in Katie, thinking of that dripped sensation from before and how it would be magnified now that she was completely bald. So she reached behind and turned on the water, and the two of them were caught in a shower of delight. The warm water flowed off the top of her naked head, soaking her clothes. Luke gasped seeing her nipples appear from behind the new transparent white shirt. She hadn’t worn a bra, that one had been drenched from the game.
Katie got off his hips and slid to the ground, opening his wet slacks and seeing vision of her dreams trapped in thin white briefs that when wet left nothing to the imagination. She took his penis in her mouth as Luke began caressing her head, feeling the pale nothingness of her scalp. His erection only grew more and more as he kept grabbing her head tightly. Feeling that he was ready to finish, she got up and pushed him to the ground instead. He swiftly removed her panties as she sat on top of him, delving deep into euphoria. Katie rocked back and forth, her hands on her head, Luke’s hands under her wet shirt, both engulfed in ecstacy. When she finally came it was the greatest sensation she had ever experienced, and then again, and again, and again.
To think that when she walked into class this morning and had first made that stupid bet with Luke, confident that she would never have to part with her hair, just wanting to wipe that smirk off his cocky face, that she’d now be fucking him in the gym showers, her hair on the ground somewhere, and now finding that cocky smirk to be the best sight in the world. Well, except for her own reflection.
She was finally who she was meant to be, and who would have known all it took was to shave that fucking head.
