Charlie and Graham by burrlypup

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I've known these boys my whole life. Charlie is a year older than Graham, but Graham apparently got the smarts, whereas Charlie got the model looks. Don't get me wrong, Graham is cute, but Charlie is handsome. Both young men have dark blond waves, long enough to push back over their ears, and deep hazel eyes with a splash of blue. All three of us are in grad school, though Charlie has been offered more and more modeling gigs that have distracted him from doing well.

I heard shouting come from our apartment, so I entered and there was Charlie sitting in the kitchen and his father. His father was red in the face, a muscle bound army man of 220 lbs. His blue eyes stared into mine for a second, the glare was intimidating, so I looked away and greeted him.

"Hello Sir." I said quickly and was about to escape, but the man grabbed my shoulder, it felt like a death grip. My gaze fixed on his shiny scalp, almost glowing under the kitchen lighting.

"Not so fast, there son. I know you're a good kid, keep your ears clean and you're on the straight and narrow. My boy wants to throw away his education that I've paid for so he can be a model. Well, that's not gonna happen. You're going to help."

"It's really none of my business Sir." I tried to reason my way out of this mess.

"Listen boy, I'm paying for this nice flat you all have the pleasure of calling home. How would you like to start paying rent?"

"I'm all ears Sir." I replied, knowing that I couldn't possibly afford to pay rent in this city.

"Watch and learn, son." The army stud looked at me, then pulled some mean looking clippers from his bag. Charlie closed his eyes and whimpered something about losing his modeling gig.

"I didn't raise a Breck shampoo model, sit up straight and shut up!" His dad shouted, jolting him to attention.

When it was all over, Charlie's dad smacked his clipper shaved head and gave it a long rub.

"Now here's your part," he handed me a razor and a can of shaving cream. "Your new part time job is to keep this boy as slick bald as me until I say he can have hair again. I'll be making surprise inspections." With that, his dad gave his hesitant son a hug and let himself out. Charlie looked devastated, and it wasn't over yet.

"Just do it," he told me, as he wet his head in the sink and rubbed lather all over his head. I knew we had no other choice, so I took the plastic guard off the blade and began to shave his head, with the grain. When I finished, I ran my fingers over his head. It felt smooth one direction, but prickly in the other, so I put some more lather on his head and shaved it so it was slick as his dad had mentioned.

As soon as I wiped his head clean, Charlie got up and locked himself in his room. I looked at his hair on the floor. It was so gorgeous, I couldn't believe his father could do this to him. I was about to clean up the mess when I heard Graham walk in.

"What the hell happened in here?" He asked.

"Your dad made a visit." I explained.

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