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At the end of their first weekend together, on Sunday evening, they were standing naked in front of the mirror in Tom’s bathroom. Two muscular men, about the same height, both notably tattooed.
Tom ran his hand through Nicholas’s hair. The shoulder-length dark brown curls were tousled and a little greasy. They hadn’t showered since their date started on Friday night.
“I like your hair…” Tom said.
“Really?” Nicholas asked. “I wouldn’t have thought a guy with a shaved head would like my long hair.”
“Let me finish that sentence! I like your hair once it’s been cut off and lying on the floor.”
Nicholas stared in disbelief. “You want to cut my hair?”
Tom shook his head. “No, I don’t want to cut your hair.”
Tom felt Nicholas’s body relax—until he said, “I want you to cut your hair yourself.”
“I’ve never cut my hair myself,” Nicholas said, looking confused. “I usually go to the hairdresser.”
“Hairdresser?” Tom thought contemptuously. “That’s exactly what that mop looks like.”
“Maybe,” he said, “I wasn’t clear enough. I want you to cut your hair all off—with clippers. And then…”
“You mean I should give myself a buzz cut?”
Nicholas’s heart was racing with nervousness. Was his hair the price he had to pay for this weekend?
He was surprised that Tom had replied to his message on Grindr. Men with shaved heads weren’t usually interested in Nicholas, and he had to content himself with guys who, at best, had boring short back-and-sides haircuts.
He cleared his throat and said, “I’ve never really had short hair. I don’t know…”
Tom smiled. “But who’s talking about short hair?” He ran his hand over the eagle tattoo that stretched across Nicholas’s chest. “Buzzing your hair would only be the first step. My ultimate goal is to see you with a clean-shaven head.”
“You want to see me bald?”
“Exactly.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m into shaved heads,” Tom replied, stroking his bare skull. “I don’t just want to be bald myself; I also want the guys I date—if they aren’t already bald—to shave their heads.”
Nicholas furrowed his brow in an angry grimace. “So you don’t want to accept me as I am, but rather mold me to fit your expectations?”
What he really meant was: “There’s nothing I’d rather do than shave my head, but I don’t dare…”
Tom let out an annoyed groan. “I find everything about you hot—your muscles, your tattoos—I just don’t like your hair. It looks girly. Shaving your head is the best way to bring your head in line with the rest of your body, which clearly exudes masculinity.”
Tom took the clippers off the hook above the sink and pressed them into Nicholas’s hand. “Don’t make a drama out of it! Be a man and shave your head! You’ll quickly learn to accept your new look.”
“I’d love to see myself with a shaved head,” Nicholas thought, but instead said, “Why should I shave my head myself? If it’s so important to you that I’m bald, why don’t you shave my head?”
“It turns me on to force you to shave your head yourself. In my opinion, this increases the degree of humiliation.”
“You want to humiliate me?” Nicholas asked, practically shouting.
Tom stood right behind Nicholas, put his arms around Nicholas’s body, and whispered in Nicholas’s ear, “To me, there’s nothing sexier than humiliating and subjugating a man by making him shave his head for me.”
Inside, Nicholas screamed, “Yes, make me submit!”, but he was unable to say it out loud.
“Dude, I’ve been dominating you all weekend. And I didn’t get the impression that you minded…”
Nicholas took a deep breath. “I have to admit…”
“What?”
“…that I like being dominated.”
Now it was out! Now he’d said it! On the one hand, he felt relieved, but at the same time he was still nervous.
“I knew that from the very first moment,” Tom said with a laugh. “But I don’t want my dominance to be just a little dirty secret that we live out in bed. Your shaved head should be a clearly visible sign of your submission to the outside world.”
Nicholas still didn’t feel ready to devote himself completely to Tom, and said, “What am I supposed to tell my friends, family, and colleagues when I suddenly show up with a shaved head?”
“What did you tell them when you started getting tattoos?”
“I didn’t say anything. Most of my friends have tattoos. No one was surprised that I got some, too. I just did it.”
“You can just shave your head, too. No need to explain. From now on, you’re going to shave your head. That’s it. End of story. You can share the context with the people around you—or not.”
“I’ve never told anyone that I like to be dominated…”
“And you’re ashamed to talk to people about it?”
“I guess so.”
“All the more reason to shave your head. A shaved head will give you more self-confidence and force you to own who you are.”
Tom wrapped his hand around Nicholas’s, which was holding the clippers. “Enough talk! Shave off your sissy hair now! Your hard cock says you want it.”
Tom switched on the clippers and guided Nicholas’s hand, placing the clippers against Nicholas’s forehead.
“Come on, go for it! Push the clippers over your hairline!”
Tom caressed Nicholas’s ass with his dick. He also pulled his hand away from Nicholas’s and started twisting Nicholas’s pierced nipples.
“Now!” Tom said, and Nicholas obeyed. He set the clippers in motion.
“Good boy!” Tom praised him as the first curls fell lifelessly from Nicholas’s head.
After the first stroke, Nicholas paused. Tom watched him stare at himself in the mirror, at the strip of white scalp stretched across the middle of his head.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this!”
“Stop babbling and keep going! There’s no turning back now!”
Nicholas led the clippers back to the forehead and shaved another pass, and the white strip grew wider.
He hesitated briefly, glanced at himself in the mirror again, then continued shaving, from now on without stopping. With each stroke, he guided the clippers more steadily across his scalp.
At the top of his head, his hair was soon reduced to an ultra-short stubble, and Nicholas turned his attention to the sides. First he shaved the left side, then the right, and more and more hair fell to the floor; some landing on his shoulders.
Finally, he turned to the back of his head and buzzed off the long hair there as well. He ran his hand over his head to make sure he hadn’t missed any spots, then turned off the clippers.
“Turn them back on!” Tom said. “I reckon there’s a manly jawline hiding under that fluffy beard of yours. So shave it off! Later on, I might let you have a short stubble.”
“No one will recognize me anymore.”
“Your eyes, your voice, your body language, and your tattoos should be enough to recognize you. Just do what I told you and shave off your beard!”
Nicholas placed the clippers against his chin and began shaving off his full beard, which was at least 10 cm long.
“Now we can see what an angular face you have!” Tom said, after Nicholas had exposed large parts of his face. “You look so rugged. How could you have hidden that from the world!”
Nicholas shaved off the last of his beard. Then he looked at Tom with a questioning expression.
“Now you can turn off the clippers,” Tom said. “Then lather up your head and face with shaving cream!”
Tom handed Nicholas some shaving cream and a razor.
“I’ve never wet-shaved in my life,” Nicholas said. “I’m afraid I’ll cut myself.”
Tom nodded. “Okay. I’ll do it for you. But watch closely. I expect you to do it yourself starting tomorrow.”
Tom lathered Nicholas’s head and face with shaving cream, leaving only the area around his eyes and nose uncovered. Then Tom placed the razor against Nicholas’s temple and began to shave off the lather.
Stroke by stroke, the lather disappeared, revealing a clean-shaven head and face. And when Tom was done, he lathered Nicholas up again and shaved him a second time. “I want to make absolutely sure that my buddy really doesn’t have a single hair left on his head.”
After shaving, Tom held Nicholas’s head close to the mirror and said, “Look, this is what a real man looks like! And now that your hair is gone, don’t call yourself Nicholas anymore! A bald dude doesn’t have a three-syllable pussy name. Call yourself Nick! It’s shorter, sharper, and masculine.”
“I guess your name is actually Thomas?”
“My parents named me Thomas, but I’ve officially changed my name to Tom.”
“Everyone knows me as Nicholas. It can be difficult to get them to suddenly start calling me something else…”
Tom rolled his eyes. “Stop making such a big deal out of every little thing!”
“Got it.”
“Good. Then do the following: From now on, introduce yourself as Nick to everyone new you meet. Update your business cards, social media profiles, email address, doorbell nameplate, and so on. After a while, no one will call you Nicholas anymore.”
Nick stood in front of the toilet and peed.
“At least your manhood has already developed so far that I don’t have to teach you how to pee standing up,” Tom said.
Nick shook his dick dry, and Tom gave him a slap on the butt. “Let’s go to the bedroom! I want to play around a little with my new bald guy.”
The next morning, after breakfast, Tom made Nick shave his head again, but didn’t allow him to take a shower.
“But I have to go to work, and I don’t want to smell like sweat and sperm…”
“Stop resisting! Now that you look like a man, it’s time you smell like one, too. That means: don’t shower all the time, and above all, no perfume! Your perfume almost put me in a coma on Friday. I want you to smell like a dude, not like a drugstore!”
Nick put back on the clothes he’d worn when he came straight from the office on Friday: his dark brown pleated pants, his light blue shirt and black boots.
“Your business outfit looks way sexier with your shaved head,” Tom said. “But if it’s possible at your workplace, swap out your pleated pants for cargo pants. They’re more dude-like.”
“I think cargo pants are okay at my workplace.”
Nick put on his olive-green parka and then his beanie, which Tom immediately pulled off Nick’s head.
“What are you doing?” Nick asked. “It’s cold out there.”
“No matter how cold it is, as my boy, you don’t hide your shaved head. Everyone should see it!”
“I still feel a little insecure with my scalp exposed…”
“You look badass. Just hold your bald head high and wear it with pride!”
Nick gave a barely perceptible nod.
“Don’t be so shy! Say: ‘Yes, Tom, I will wear my bald head with pride.'”
“Yes, Tom, I will wear my bald head with pride.”
“Louder!”
“YES, TOM, I WILL WEAR MY BALD HEAD WITH PRIDE!”
Tom gave Nick a tap on the back of the head and opened the apartment door. “When you come back tonight, I expect your head to be freshly shaved.”
“Aye, aye, Tom!”
When Nick rang Tom’s doorbell that night, he was sporting a freshly shaved head and face and was wearing tight black cargo pants that showed off his toned ass.
Tom greeted Nick by pinching his ass and kissing him on his scalp.
“How was your first day as a bald guy?” Tom asked as they walked into the kitchen.
“There were a few comments,” Nick said. “Like, ‘Did you lose a bet?’ But after a while, nobody said anything anymore.”
“I don’t think what colleagues say is particularly interesting,” Tom said, filling two bowls with soup. “What matters more is: How do you feel about your bald look yourself?”
“It still feels a little strange, but I’m enjoying having a shaved head. And it grounds me somehow. I worried a lot less about unnecessary things at work today and focused better on what was important at the moment.”
After dinner, Tom gave Nick a hard fuck right there on the kitchen table. “Finally!” Nick said as they lay there on the floor, sweaty. “After all that small talk during dinner, I was getting worried you were going to play it soft today.”
Later, they went to a nearby bar to meet up with a few of Tom’s friends. They all had shaved heads. If he still had hair himself, Nick would have felt uncomfortable, but since he had gone bald himself, he enjoyed the company of other men with shaved heads. He felt accepted as one of them. His shyness, which had often made him feel inhibited, seemed to have vanished. It was easy for him to join in the conversation. It seemed as though he had found a home, full of brothers he had never had before.
