The Cutter Blade #2 - Sea-dog's clippers by Manny

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The Cutter Blade - Chapter #2 - Sea-dog's Clippers


"Where are those two sleepy heads?" Commander Jarvis demanded as he surveyed the dining room at breakfast. "Get them out of bed and bring them in here!"

The two senior cadets dragged Michael and Tommy in, still clad in their PJs. Everyone burst into laughter as they were dragged into the dining room, blinking their eyes open.

"You didn't have time to brush your fashionable locks this morning, Michael," Commander Jarvis taunted as he dragged them to the mirror that hung over the credenza.

"Ahhhhh! Who?! How dare...." Michael stammered, absolutely stunned by his looks. Tommy rushed up next to him, holding back tears. Both explored their butchered locks with their hands to confirm that they had indeed been humiliated.

"Page 24, paragraph 3, of the manual refers to 'appropriate grooming, as determined by the Commander.' You must have skimmed over that section when you waltzed in here looking like princesses at the palace," Commander Jarvis sneered.

"Did you try to give each other haircuts last night?" Josh ribbed.

"You two seemed awfully tipsy after slugging down those whiskies," Ray added.

The elder cadets did not try to hide their mirth.

"So, the boys decided to give each other haircuts in a drunken stupor -- am I understanding the situation correctly?" Commander Jarvis asked.

"Both of you into my office!" he snapped at the stunned lads.

"Sit there," he barked. From his desk drawer he removed a large set of clippers and a white folded cloth.

In a flash, he had Michael caped. The poor lad was meek and submissive as the clippers came to life. Although a lot of hair had come off in the bedroom, a lot more was coming off in the Commander's private office. The once proud, cocky lad was brought low by the old sea dog. When the shearing ended, Michael felt this clipped pelt, still trying to shake off the drowsiness caused by the spiked whiskey. He hoped he was having an awful nightmare.....

"Looks like you got it worse, Tommy," Commander Jarvis said, caping up the side-kick. "I was able to let Michael off easy with a #2 butch, but you're being taken down to a #0 length -- a true induction cut. You'll look so sweet with that big mouth full of wires. Aren't you a little old for braces?"

The Commander enjoyed piling on the humiliations to the upstarts who so arrogantly had tried to stand up against his authority the previous day. Commander Jarvis peeled the second lad down tight, relishing each minute of his role as amateur barber immensely. Then he frog-marched both of them back into the breakfast room.

There was a silent gasp that spread instantly like a shock wave through the room. Any lad who had thought about joining the resistance led by Michael put that notion to rest. They all ate in total silence. Michael and Tommy's humiliation set the tone for the rest of the day, even the rest of the trip. The lads would be submissive and follow orders. They would especially kowtow to the senior cadets.

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Later that day, a ruckus broke out on deck. "What are you doing there?" Ray barked as he spotted Michael and Andrew hiding behind some life boats. The sound of bells and beeps was unmistakable -- some sort of videogame. Michael tried to hide the device, but Ray swooped in and grabbed the phone. "These are strictly forbidden!!"

"Don't tell Commander Jarvis, please," Andrew begged.

Andrew's thick golden hair was ablaze in sunlight. While it was the shortest of the six recruits, neatly trimmed above his eyebrows and with his earlobes showing, it was the most beautiful of the manes from the new group. He wore it in a retro-70s style with a center part, feathered sides and a tame mullet-like back.

"I'll keep you out of this little situation, Andrew," Ray said with a wink. "But you'll pay for it tomorrow when we're in Dadeville. You can kiss that pert hairstyle good-bye! I'm going to mention to the barber that you were quite eager to get a high 'n tight -- very high and very tight! You'll emerge from the big barber chair quite transformed!"

Ray took a moment to exercise his dominant position over poor Andrew by grasping the golden mane and fondling it a bit before giving it a brisk yank. "Now, get out of here. Scram!" he told poor Andrew, who immediately began worrying about his visit to the barber shop at the first port.

Then Ray marched Michael straight to Commander Jarvis' office. "Look what I found Michael playing games on!" he stated, tossing the cell phone onto the desk.

"My father said I could!" Michael spouted.

"Except your father isn't in charge here. I am!" Commander Jarvis bellowed. "I will be phoning him as soon as we reach Dadeville and having him pick you up at in Port Superior. You've been around long enough for me to know you are not finishing this naval preparation course. And, a few phone calls to my buddies at the Naval Academy will ensure you never are admitted there! I'll keep this phone until I hand it back personally to your father. You'll be confined to your room and put on bread and water rations until we march you off this vessel for the last time in Port Superior."

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