Still good baby?

It was hard to imagine Nate with short hair or a shaved head. He had always had long hair whether it hung over his shoulder or just barely brushed the tops of his ears, it was always a constant. 

 

So color his husband pretty shocked to find an old dirty picture of him, bald and shirtless asleep laying in bed. 

 

“Oh, drowned fuck, I can’t believe you found this photo,” he said. “Do you remember Ramsey? I lost a swimming bet with him and this was the outcome. He shaved my head after a meet, in the bathroom. I ended up getting pretty turned on. After that we’d fuck every so often.” 

 

Victor raised his eyebrows, Nate’s hair was currently dyed light pink and cut close on the sides and longer on the top and down the back. It complemented his skin tone and facial features very well, but according to this photograph being sheared was also a very good look on him. 

 

“Would you ever do it again? Shave your head?”

 

Nate cocked his head and pondered it for a moment, face flushing. 

 

“I…- I have thought about it before, but I-I think I should wait for my year off. I think-” 

 

Victor pulled Nate to the floor by his shirt collar, making him kneel in front of him, the dull sound of his prosthetic leg hitting the floor. Nate’s pink hair flopping on his forehead, photos and papers scattering on the floor. 

 

Nate was wide eyed, staring at Victor sat in his office chair. He always did look imitating doused in black with his pale skin, but fuck it was sexy sometimes. He made no move to get up, keeping his hands at his side, eyes downcast. 

 

“Good slut,” Victor purred, hand releasing Nate’s collar. He looked quite the sight, shirt wrinkled, hair in his face, pants creased. He kept his eyes on the floor, hands at his sides. Victor stood, hand threading through Nate’s hair. Hand buried in the back of his head, Victor pulled Nate up to a standing position. 

 

“Aaah!” 

 

Victor pulled his head back exposing his throat. 

 

“Come on, slut, I wanna see you bald.”

 

Nate’s eyes widened, his hand reaching up to grasp Victor’s wrist. He whimpered as Victor dragged him into the bathroom, the dark space lighting up with a flick of the switch. 

 

Victor pushes Nate into the room, shutting the door behind him. Nate stumbled, catching himself  on the counter. Turning his head Nate caught a glance of himself in the mirror. His shirt collar was wrinkled, as well as being mostly untucked from his slacks. 

 

Victor came sauntering over, a predatory grin spread over his features. He wrapped himself around Nate’s body, head resting on his husband’s shoulder. 

 

“Come’re,” Victor took Nate’s chin and turned his head to face him. They kissed softly, with Victor dominating it, but it quickly turned into gnashing teeth and tongues. Victor twisted his grip in Nate’s hair, pulling him away. Nate was flushed, face red and lips swollen and wet with saliva. 

 

“Muhh…ahhhhh,” Nate was panting, chest rising and falling. 

 

“Come on, baby. Undress for me.” 

 

Victor relinquished his hold on Nate’s locks, stepping back. Nate breathed deeply before he unbuttoned his shirt and pants. He folded them neatly, setting them on the toilet back.  He placed his shoes on the toilet, removing and folding his pants. He put his shoes on top of the pile. 

 

“Come here,” Victor pointed at the ground in front of him. Nate knelt, hands at his sides, head tilted up. Victor smirked, and started rummaging around for the supplies needed. He pulled out the electric razor Nate kept for his hair, shaving cream and a straight razor. He knew Nate kept a bottle of nair somewhere, but the bottle wasn’t in the cabinet. 

 

“S-sir-”

 

SMACK

 

Victor grabbed his face, thumb and pointer finger squeezing under his cheek bones. Nate’s eyes were watery, right cheek quickly reddening from the slap. 

 

“Good sluts speak when spoken to. You can wait until I’m done to speak.”

 

Nate whimpered, tear falling down his cheek. Victor followed the tear back up with his thumb, he brought his thumb to his mouth licking it off. 

 

He chuckled, before walking away. Victor grabbed a hand towel and washcloth from the shelf by the door, as well as the waste basket. Walking back to the sink, he pressed the drain stopper down and started the hot water. He tested the razor for sharpness, then the other for battery life. He popped the #2 attachment off, putting it back with the others. 

 

He turned off the faucet, and crouched down. 

 

“Still good baby?” 

 

Nate nodded, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. Victor rose, grabbing the razor wiggling it in Nate’s face, he thumbed the on switch. He pushed the razor through Nate’s crown sending a swath of pink locks tumbling to the ground. 

 

Victor whistled, rubbing a hand over the pink stubble. He smiled and flicked the razor back on, Victor ran the razor up Nate’s left temple. The razor went up the back of his head, dumping hair in his lap. Nate’s dick twitched as the strands landed in his lap. 

 

Victor arched a hairless brow, he made three more passes, each more careless than the last. Switching off the razor, Victor shook the razor sending clippings of pink hair to the floor. He ran his hand over Nate’s butchered locks. 

 

“Wow, baby, you look like a mess,” Victor gripped what was left of Nate’s hair to yank his head around. First to the left, then the right, then upwards. “Whaddya say we finish this?” He rose, yanking Nate up and onto the counter. 

 

Victor pushed Nate chest first onto the counter, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror Nate moaned. His hair was in tufts, most of the length on top was gone, whatever growth there was on the sides was mostly gone.

 

“Aaaww, pretty baby,” Victor purred, hands resting under Nate’s armpits, thumbs digging into his shoulder blades. He grinded against Nate’s ass, both moaning loudly. Victor pushed Nate’s head flat on the counter, grabbing the razor he flicked it back on carving more pathways on Nate’s skull. 

 

Nate was panting, breath warming the cold quartz countertop, spit pooling under his mouth. Eyelids fluttering shut, vibrations lulling him into a trance. He blinked bleary eyed when the vibrations stopped. 

 

Victor hooked two fingers into his husband’s open mouth, thumb pressing behind his ear. 

 

“Does my little slut like having his head shaved?” Nate nodded. “Mmh, just wait for the straight razor. Now come on, turn the other cheek, babe.”

 

Victor’s fingers slipped out of Nate’s mouth, turning his head the other way, his head resting in the small puddle of spit he left behind. The pink hairs littered the countered, long and small, they were all over the floor as well. The vibrations echoed in his skull, sending waves of pleasure down his spine. Nate began slowly rubbing against the counter, cock dribbling pre-come onto the cabinets. 

 

Victor passed the razor over Nate’s head a few times, sending the remaining pink locks to their countertop death. God damn he couldn’t wait to clean up this pink mess and chuck it all in the trash. To have marked Nate as his in a way that would be noticed by everyone and no one would question who exactly Nate belonged to. 

 

Finally, Victor was done. Flicking the razor off, he ran his hand over the pink fuzz covering Nate’s head. Nate’s eyes fluttered shut, moaning and rocking back into Victor’s crotch. 

 

“Mmmmn, D-daddy, please, please!”

 

“What? What can Daddy do for his baby?”

 

Nate whined and pushed back harder against Victor, flushing deeper. 

 

“Please finish shaving my head, I need you so badly! I want you to stuff me full, please Daddy, please!” 

 

Nate writhed on the counter, Victor’s eyes gleaming with lust. He gave another shark toothed smile, reaching for the can of shaving cream. He shook the can, squirting a dollop on Nate’s head. With his free arm he looped his arm around Nate’s neck pulling him flush with his chest. 

 

Nate looked dazed, flushed from head to chest, struggling to keep his eyes open. Spit covered lips and cheeks, dopey smile on his face. Victor spread the cream over Nate’s head as best as he could given the awkward position. 

 

“Mmnh, Daddy,” Nate giggled, “I wanna kiss.”

 

Victor chuckled, reaching for the hand towel to wipe away the excess shaving cream. 

 

“When I’m done Princess, I’ll give you all the kisses you want.” 

 

Nate whined, hands coming to hold Victor’s arm across his neck, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet. 

 

“But Daaadddyyyyy,” Nate let his head loll backwards, cream getting on Victor’s black shirt, he turned to nuzzle his ear nipping at the lobe. Victor turned, arm migrating to Nate’s neck and pulled him away. 

 

“Stupid slut, you got shaving cream all over my shirt. Can’t even listen to Daddy’s orders.”

 

Victor pulled Nate over to the toilet, sitting down he arranged Nate over his knees, one hand on the back of his neck.

 

“You’ve got one more chance to behave or Daddy’ll take those eyebrows, too Princess,” Victor slapped his ass, making Nate jolt.

 

“Now can you hold still and behave for Daddy?”

 

“Yes, Daddy.”

 

Victor grabbed Nate’s chin forcing his head back, squeezing his chin Victor tilted his head to the left. Victor pulled the straight razor back from his temple, leaving smooth white skin behind. Slowly and carefully, he wrenched Nate’s head side to side, pushing his head to his chest he made quick work of his husband’s nape. 

 

“Damn baby, you look so much better with that mop off your head. C’mere, let’s have a look in the mirror.” Victor pulled him up by his nape, Nate moaning at the touch on his freshly bare skin. Standing on wobbly legs, Victor boxed Nate up against the counter. Grabbing the hand towel, Victor wet it before dragging it across Nate’s head. 

 

“Aaahhh, Daddy, please!”

 

Victor pulled the towel around the front of Nate’s neck, pulling him back with the mock leash. Nate’s hands flew to his neck, clawing at the towel.

 

“P-plea-se!”

 

Victor nuzzled behind his ear, licking a trail up his neck to head. Nate let out a strangled moan, cock dribbling pre-come. Victor grabbed at his wrists, pulling Nate’s hands away Victor let go of the towel. Letting it hit the floor, he turned Nate’s head, attacking his lips. Victor held Nate’s jaw, squishing his cheek and forcing his mouth open, he whined and sucked on Victor’s tongue. 

 

 Victor pulled away, trails of spit following. He turned Nate’s head, pulling his head upright, patted his cheek making eye contact with him in the mirror.

 

“Mmmmh, pretty baby, shoulda done this years ago,” Victor’s right hand came up to cup Nate’s left pec, stroking the V scar over his heart. “Now everyone will know who you belong to.” He dug his nails into his pec. 

 

Nate whimpered and tilted his back, Victor shrugged his shoulder making Nate snap his head back up. 

 

“No baby, Daddy wants you to watch us in the mirror.” 

 

With that Victor reached down and stroked Nate’s cock. Nate keened, thrusting his hips forward. Victor chuckled, biting down Nate’s neck, squeezing his length rubbing at the mushroom head. His left hand dragging his nails up Nate’s chest, making his husband hyperventilate. Nate gasped and canted his hips forward faster, chasing his release. 

 

“Daddy please can I come?” 

 

Victor hummed and kissed the side of the head. 

 

“Not yet baby,” he squeezed the base of Nate’s cock, the appendage futilely dribbling.

 

Nate sobbed, turning to hide his face in Victor’s neck. 

 

“Oh Daddy’s so mean to his princess, isn’t he?” Victor cooed, nuzzling his husband’s head. Victor placed his hands on Nate’s hips, turning him around. He hiked Nate up on the counter wrapping long legs around his waist. 

 

“Daddy,” Nate sniffled, “I’m so empty. Haven’t I been a good boy?”

 

Victor let out a shaky breath, “Daddy’ll fix that problem, soon baby boy.” 

 

Nate’s nails dug into his shoulders, bunching the fabric in his hands. He pouted, kissed slicked lip jutting out. 

 

“But Daaadddyyy,” Nate whined, grinding against Victor’s bulge, nipping down his neck Nate pulled at the top buttons of his shirt. 

 

“Eager, princess? Who knew shaving your head would turn you into such a little slut?”

 

Nate bit at his shoulder, feeling Victor move his hands to his ass. He scrambled to wrap his arms around Victor’s neck, right hand cupping his crown. He stroked down the smooth plains of his husband’s head, kissing his forehead.

 

“I’m gonna miss you pulling my hair. Tugging me all around.”

 

Nate nipped at his ear, hands cupping Victor’s neck. Victor’s own hands squeezing and rubbing at his hole. Victor moved quickly, leaving the bathroom and heading straight for their room. Victor kicked the door open, letting it bang against the wall. 

 

“Daddy! Daddy!” Nate clawed at Victor’s shirt.