04: Burden of Proving Masculinity by burrlypup

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*Perspective starts with Dylan, transfers to Hugo*

Friday, 5pm:

In the days that followed, Brad spun the loss of his amazing hair as an altruistic gesture. Rather than play along with Charity's game, he deleted her number. Not that she ever contacted him again. She'd gotten what she wanted and was onto her next sheep to shear. Brad seemed indifferent as he saw her fawning over a built, tall Latino dude with a thick black ponytail that was braided down to his waist - basically a dark haired version of Brad. I watched intermittently as she once again hooked this fellow and set up a date for later in the evening.

I wondered if I should warn him; perhaps if I approached him while they spoke she would back off. I moved in.

"Sounds great, Hugo, I look forward to tonight." Charity excused herself as she stroked his back and fondled his thick braid, tugging it slightly.

"Hey Hugo! Long time no see!" I exclaimed as I got closer, within earshot of Charity, she looked alarmed but walked away gracefully.

"Hey, do I know you?" Hugo replied.

"Yeah, we met at a party last summer - though I looked way different, I recently shaved my head. I was the dude around here with the manbun. It's me, Dylan." I made up a generic scenario hoping it would pay off.

"Oh yeah, I thought you looked familiar. Yeah that manbun was epic." Hugo nodded.

"My workout buddy had to work today, you mind spotting me?"

"Sure man! Anything for Big-D!" Hugo said as he wrapped his muscly arm around my shoulder and lead me to the bench.

"That is one slick baldie, my friend." Hugo mentioned as I began lifting.

"You like it?" I implored.

"It looks good on you. I could never do that to my head. Why did you shave it?" Hugo chatted back.

"I did it for a girl, and man, she went wild in bed after I let her do it."

"Damn son! I would never cut my hair for a girl. Ever. Not even a snip. If she wants a bald dude, let her go get a bald dude." Hugo responded. I finished my set and sat up.

"You're right, Hugo. I need more friends like you. Want to grab a shake?" Hugo nodded, "Sure," and we hung out for about an hour chatting about women, and how he's always in control. After we finished, I shook his hand and exchanged numbers and parted. I figured if Hugo was strong enough to resist Charity, there might be hope yet.


*Perspective changes to Hugo*

I knocked on the door, and damn, this woman takes her sweet time. As she opens the door, I can see she's gone out of her way to look amazing. Nice rack and even nicer back, just how I like 'em. As we walk through her apartment, I notice she's leading me. It's fine. It's her place, I'm the guest, but soon I'll be showing her who's the big daddy.

"Let's take off that tank top, sexy. And those cargo shorts." Charity tells me. Again, I tell myself that I'm not her toy, I want to take off my clothes and doing so will lead to the good stuff even faster.

"Why don't you lay down and let me massage those huge muscles?" Damn, this woman knows how to please a man. I lay face down on her massage table and relax as she rubs my body. I'm melting as her fingers press into my back. She pulls off my briefs and climbs on top of me, her nails gently scratching my back. I feel her stroking my ponytail and that got me hot. I turned over, erect and with her on top of me, whipping my braid forward. I can feel heat radiating from her thighs. As I'm ready to insert, a kitchen timer goes off and she abruptly dismounts.

"Let's have dinner, cutie." Cutie? What did she mean by cutie? One moment she's hot and ready to go, the next she's cold and announcing dinner and calling me cutie. Despite my attempts to regain control, she slips from my fingers and it's obvious that she's the one calling the shots.

"Can we go back to the massage table after dinner?" I ask, almost sounding childish in my tone before I strengthen my voice and added, "Or now."

"You're so cuuuuuuuuuuuute! I mean, we could. I'm not feeling it as much as I thought I would. I'm so sorry."

"What do you mean?" I asked incredulously. I was seriously on the verge of some of the hottest sex of my life and she wasn't feeling it?

"You're such a sexy, strong man, and I usually love men with long hair. When you rolled over and whipped your braid forward it just seemed.... girly. I'm not into that, I like men to be masculine and take charge." She went on, emasculating me with every word.

"That's not who I am! Let me prove it to you."

"I'm not sure how you plan on doing that. And I don't want to change you. It's just part of who you are, and I think it's adorable." Not thinking about anything but getting laid, I made an offer.

"What if I cut some off? Maybe it's just too long. I've been meaning to get a trim." Charity sighed.

"I don't know, ladies get trims. And I wouldn't want you to change for me." I shuddered at the thought of being compared to a lady. This date was turning out to be humiliating and I had to turn it around. I saw some kitchen shear on the counter and I picked them up.

"You would be doing me a favor," I told her as I handed her the shears and kneeled down. With some hesitation, she placed them at my nape. I panicked, 'she's going to cut it ALL off?!' but I stayed composed as she clenched the blades shut. It took about ten cuts to sever my braid and send it to the floor. I was speechless.

"You were right, stud. You already look much so much more manly." Charity gushed. I felt my manhood rise as she pulled me to my feet and kissed me. I was putty in her hands and didn't even know it.

"You're such a virile man, and I have an idea of how to make you look super masculine - trust me?" I just nodded and fell back to my knees as she pushed me down. She pulled my my long forelock forward and like nothing, snipped it off near the roots. I almost fainted. She kept snipping off more and more hair from my head and when she pulled out a mirror - I looked like I was just drafted into the army. As much as she was telling me how strong and masculine I looked, I felt like a scared little boy - especially when out of nowhere came the hair clippers.

Before I could take it what was happening, girl had half my head clipper shaved. I gave in but started getting frisky, touching her goodies and getting lost in the candy shop. I felt her rub a wet towel on my head and leave it there while I massaging my neck. When she started rubbing shaving cream on my head, I realized I was all talk. Just hours before I was telling my buddy Dylan that I would never cut my hair for a woman - yet now I was letting one shave me slick bald just for a chance to hit it. And I'm the one who asked for it.

When she was satisfied, Charity wiped my head clean with another wet towel.

"I think that did the trick, my sexy bald man." She slide on top of me, I gulped and realized that she would be the one in control. Then I realized she had been in control since I met her. She led me back to the massage table where we commenced love making. The cold leather felt strange on my bald head and once I caught my reflection in the mirror, I felt weak. My scalp was WHITE as f*ck. I was so disappointed in myself. Charity grinded against me until she grew bored, then kissed my bald head and sent me packing.

As I drove home, all I could think was: 'What the hell just happened?'

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