Muscle Man by burrlypup

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Part 1: The Competition

Samson's hard, long hours at the gym were finally bearing the fruits of his labors. All-natural, no steroids, nothing but pumping iron and a strict meal plan that often times left him grumpy and didn't help his vanity issues. As he flexed on stage, his oiled up body resembled those of his peers, but his long flowing hair set him apart. His jet black locks hung loose, obscuring his back and all the well defined muscles on it.

Samson came in last. He was infuriated and sent a long tirade of an e-mail addressed to the judging panel.

Their response: "Your physique is rather impressive. However, we could not see much of your, as you put it, "muscle god beast mode bod" due to your long hair covering much of your shoulders and back. The other competitors showcased their muscles, we recommend you follow suit for upcoming competitions. Perhaps a haircut would help place a greater emphasis on your muscles."

'Screw that!' Samson thought to himself. His hair made him a stud and he'd never cut it. The judging panel would change, not him!

It would be another year until the next competition, so Samson began to take time off work to meet with his trainer, Roger.


Part 2: The Bet

Samson continued to workout harder than ever before, and it was paying off big time. His muscles were huge, much more impressive than his main competition, Hugo. Hugo had a naturally fit body, a great personality, and maximized his physique by shaving his entire body, including his head. He could grow a full head of hair, but kept it smooth by shaving it everyday in the locker room sink. His buddy Frank would assist his body shaving needs.

One morning Samson walked in just as Hugo had lathered up his head and was shaving it. Hugo caught him staring and winked, saying "Looks like you need a haircut brah," waving his Gillette Fusion.

"I don't need to shave my head, I have all my hair." Samson replied with a bit of sass. "When did you start losing your hair?"

"I didn't. I shave my head because it shows dedication to my sport and emphasizes the judges eyes on my body."

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that." Samson retorted.

"So, where did you place this last competition?" Hugo smirked.

"Shut up. The judges were biased." Samson snapped back.

"Bet they were, so you're going to follow their advice and get a haircut?"

"How did you know about that?"

"Your snarky little e-mail is going around, bud. I don't think you'll be winning any competitions with that attitude of yours. Or that ridiculous hair."

"I plan on winning the next competition, no haircut required." Samson said as he tossed back his hair.

"You so sure? Wanna bet on it?"

"I am sure." Samson said smugly.

"If I place higher than you, I get to shave your head. Slick. For a year." Hugo offered.

"And if I place higher, you have to stop shaving your head so everyone can see how bald you really are. For a year." Samson snapped back, not even thinking about the consequences if he were to lose. They shook on the agreement, though Hugo wrote up a little contract later on that they both signed.


Part 3: Samson Wins

The day of the competition, 6 months after the initial bet, Samson strutted on stage, this time his hair bound in a manbun to appease the judges while showing off every inch of his chiseled body. He developed a deep tan over the summer and needed very little oil to make his muscles pop out. It was magnificent, even Hugo congratulated him on his massive gains and cuts.

It was close, the judges tallied their votes and the winner was...

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Hugo.

Hugo took to the stage to flex and took the microphone to thank his trainer and supporters, then called Samson on stage.

Samson dragged his feet, still smiling but terrified.

"Have a seat, buddy!" Hugo told him. "So Sam and I made a bet, one he's about to pay up on big time. Why don't you tell them about it?" Hugo handed Samson the mic.

"If Hugo placed higher than me, I'd have to have my head shaved like his." The whole crowd broke into laughter.

"And it's time to pay up." Hugo said, as he pulled out his gym bag and pulled out clippers. With no warning, Hugo placed the clippers at Samson's forehead and drew them back. Samson closed his eyes. He couldn't believe this was happening. The clippers went silent after what seemed like an hour of Hugo buzzing his hair off.

"Samson was gracious enough to tie up his hair earlier, because he intends on donating his awesome hair to Wigs For Kids! Can we get a round of applause!" Hugo said as he held the long mass of hair high in the air for all to see. It began to unfurl and its full length was nearly four feet. By the time the crowd settled down, Hugo pulled out a can of shaving cream and a razor, causing the crowd to start "Shave! Shave! Shave!"

Samson felt sick to his stomach, but allowed Hugo to lather his head. The first shave was fast, but the second shave against the grain was slow - Hugo took his time. "Just like mine, remember? And you gotta do it every morning at the gym. I'll bring popcorn."

Hugo wiped Samson's head with a towel, the sensation of being completely bald was new and terrifying. Hugo held a mirror so Samson could see his new look for the first time. He was about to cry, it was obvious he was fuming. He looked ridiculous with his tan face and white head. He got up and walked off stage, grabbed his gym bag and drove off.

3 days later....

It was Monday morning and Hugo was walking into the gym, when he saw Samson at the sink, head lathered up with the razor gliding over his white scalp.

"One year. I suppose I'll get used to it." Samson said as Hugo leaned on the wall next to him.

"Let me help," Hugo offered, taking the razor and Samson sat on the bench, doing nothing to hide his excitement down below.

"Very nice!" Hugo alluded to the aforementioned erection, giving it a tug.

"One freshly shaved head, all done." Hugo announced as he wiped Samsons head, followed by two hands rubbing aftershave.

"By the way, the judges miss-tallied. You won." Hugo revealed.

Samsons jaw dropped. He placed both hands over his smooth bald head and began to weep.

THE END

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