Kitchen creations by Manny

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I did a double-take, totally aghast!

Was that really Wes Hanson?! His hair....all shaved off...GONE! Sporting a simple butch cut instead of that dreamy mane of magnificent amber waves that had always attracted my attention.

A cluster of men were around him kidding him, rubbing the tidy pelt. Wes was laughing too, taking the taunts in stride, even enjoying the attention his butch had caused.

I walked up to the group.

"What happened to your hair?!" I gasped, still trying to adjust to Wes' new look.

"Dorothy gave me a butch after supper last night. She finished washing up the kitchen, called me in, had me take off my shirt, fired up the clippers, and....voila...a butch!" Wes stated succinctly.

He rubbed his bristles briskly to emphasize the big change.

I was speechless.

"Well, what do you think?" Wes asked me as the other men drifted away.

He turned all the way around so that I got a total view. His neck, once covered by a rippling flow of golden locks, looked starkly bare. The poorly blocked back contributed to Wes' awful new look.

"You had such great hair! To die for hair... I mean, why would....?" I stammered.

"I guess that was part of the problem. Dorothy got a bit tired hearing random tarts compliment my hair. She'd warned me she was reaching her limit when a sexy little waitress drooled over my mane during a date night earlier this week. Then, yesterday, when we were chatting on the phone at lunch, Dorothy told me she had bought a set of fast feed electric hair clippers to 'take care' of the problem," Wes explained.

"And you just accepted it?" I asked.

"It was kind of exciting!" Wes said. "I mean, all that hair coming off in sheaves, falling in my lap and piling up on the floor in the kitchen. Dorothy was giggling through the entire haircut. I knew everyone would be shocked by this!"

Wes rubbed his stubbled head again.

"Can't get enough of that! Here, feel it!" he urged.

I gave the pelt a gentle stroke and then rubbed it harder. We both smiled. I felt some definite vibes....

Wes was handsome, so handsome -- even with his shorn head! With his new look, he seemed attractive in a different way -- not the hot-shot sex-symbol, but a warm, cuddly boyish companion.

Wes motioned me towards a private area, and I followed eagerly.

"Dorothy can give you a butch too," he commented. "I'd like to watch your fussy businesscut fall to the kitchen floor. Imagine us starting a trend at work. Baldy cuts on all the men!"

Then, Wes' fingers plied and tussled my thick chestnut-colored locks with fiery auburn highlights. His fingers lingered, and his caress softened into loving strokes. His lips came near mine. I had no doubt he was seducing me!

I was like putty in his hands. I closed my eyes and imagined him kissing me.

Instead, he spoke.

"Or, I could give you the butch myself. This weekend, at my cottage, on the lake. You and I could get a little superior male bonding in, and a bit of fishing too after I mow all this off," Wes suggested. He grasped my hair possessively.

I looked into his beautiful green eyes and found myself saying, "I'd like that, a lot, Wes."

"I can't wait," Wes replied with a twinkle in his eye. "I just hope playing barber is as much fun as being the shavee."

"Dorothy won't be there?" I asked, just to make sure.

"No, she'll be off with lady friends, out of town. We allow ourselves space in our relationship to experiment. It keeps things fun for both of us. Don't worry. Dorothy's not jealous of other men, just young seductresses," Wes replied with a wink. "She looked so hot, brandishing those clippers like a dominatrix, with nothing on but a kitchen apron! I might enjoy a bit of spicing things up too, when I'm your barber."

Wes gave me a full once over. He smoothed my businesscut back into place, tenderly.

Then, he was off, rubbing his stubble.

Suddenly, I panicked. It occurred to me that I had agreed to get a butch cut!! I mean, spending a romantic weekend with Wes was one thing....and sporting a butch cut myself was another! And what did he mean by 'spicing things up' when he played barber. Strap me to the kitchen chair with duct tape or hog-tie me on the bed?! Just the idea of either of those had me hard as a bat!

I fled to the bathroom. The neon lights above the sink made my shiny hair absolutely dazzle with beauty and vitality. My hair was my best asset! The thick mass on top, so lustrous and luxuriant with a bit of wave to accentuate the volume. And Wes would clip it all down to the wood! I felt doubly hard, and ready to explode! Yes, I did want to be strapped into submission when Wes stripped me of my prized locks!

I hurried to his office, in a flustered state. "Wes, I can't stop thinking about this weekend!"

"Neither can I!" he exclaimed. "Close the door."

"Don't show me any mercy, no matter how much I beg!" I said, happy that he wanted to have a more intimate discussion with me.

"Oh, Buddy, I won't! You're as good as butched!" he replied. "I have a big role of duct tape at the cottage. Too much begging, and you'll find your trap taped shut!"

"You can also use it to strap me into the barber's chair! It would keep me from trying to squirm away from the clippers," I said, trying to contain a massive heaving motion.

"I'm so hard," Wes said. "Who knew haircuts could be such a turn-on!"

"Tell me more about how it felt when the clippers hit your locks," I asked. "I still can't believe all your long hair is gone!"

As he told me about his experience, I stroked his soft pelt.

"I was hard from the moment Dorothy uttered 'fast fee electric hair clippers' on the phone," Wes replied. "I was seized with the idea of watching and feeling all my hair come off. Falling in clumps to my shoulders, into my lap and onto the floor. Good-bye sexy playboy....hello innocent school boy with a baldy cut! I only wish Dorothy had turned me over her knee after the haircuts and had given me a few swift smacks with a paddle."

My fingers continued to stroke his soft pelt. "This feels amazing! I could bring a paddle to the cottage this weekend. You need a spanking for having allowed all your beautiful hair to be shaved off."

"How come you never told me you liked my long hair?" Wes asked. "It did make me feel like a sexy stud...and, I do sort of miss it."

"And now, you are no Samsom-like sex symbol. Just a hen-pecked husband with a baldy cut!" I laughed. "Your prized hair, all in the kitchen trash."

"Seeing it all on the kitchen floor was another turn-on," Wes insisted. "In fact, it's still there. We both like looking at the 'carnage.' It's amazing how much hair came off."

"At the cottage, I'm going to take you down another notch with the clippers. This soft silken pelt will turn into a sharp, short stubble!" I stated firmly. "You'll resemble a convict or a marine recruit when I through clipping you down!"

"Why wait for the weekend? Let's go tonight!" Wes urged. He grabbed me by my fussy businesscut. "I'll be playing barber first. Imagine us both returning to work tomorrow buzzed down to the wood."

We fled the office, feeling giddy and horny.

All the way to Wes' house, I could not stop stroking his baldy cut. I could hardly remember what Wes looked like with the ostentatious flow....

We burst into his house to get the clippers.

I was anxious to see the kitchen floor. It was all there, still strewn about like the end of the day at a busy barber shop in Scandinavia. Blond locks in clumps and piles encircling a hard kitchen chair. No wonder they had left it in place -- a sight to behold!

As I surveyed the ad hoc carpet, I heard Wes call out, "He's in the kitchen, Dorothy!"

Wes' voice seemed totally different.

I was confused.

Dorothy burst into the kitchen, clippers in hand. "Take off your shirt. Then, sit in that chair!" she ordered.

"Wha...? I don't..." I stammered nervously.

She grabbed me by my fussy businesscut.

"Bring the duct tape, Wes. He's not cooperating!" Dorothy snapped.

I melted under her authority and clumsily began to unbutton my shirt. Dorothy smiled broadly as I collapsed onto the chair.

Wes appeared with the roll of duct tape. "Still need this, sweetie?" he purred.

I heard the machine roar to life. "Nah, he's good. And such nice hair....I'm going to have fun adding this to our pile on the floor."

The metal teeth of the clippers plunged into my thick businesscut and the bulk of my forelock fell to my lap. My groin surge with excitement.

Dorothy's stern, authoritative hand drove the clippers through the prime of my thatch. Mounds of lovely, shiny chestnut-colored hair tumbled down on all sides. I felt so emasculated.

Wes watched on, full of glee. "Oh, honey, you're doing such a good job!"

"You said he had the nicest hair in the office after your golden locks, Wes. You certainly got him to me quickly," Dorothy commented.

"Oh, he's beginning to look so boyish and innocent," Wes babbled. "Someone mentioned there was a new hire on the loading dock with a long ginger braid down his back."

"Bring him to me!" Dorothy squealed, imaging the fun she would have with another kitchen client.

Dorothy forced my head forward and began stripping the back of my head. I was still processing what had happened to me. Wes had lured me with his flirts and seductions. But, I found myself enjoying the unexpected turn of events. I would emerge from the chair bald! I fingered a clump of cut hair in my lap wistfully.

"No more businesscut!" Wes laughed.

"Are you going somewhere once this haircut ends?" Dorothy asked.

"It'll be just another minute or two." She folded down my ears and clipped off my silken hair.

"To the cottage on the lake," Wes replied.

My ears perked up!

"Fishing at this hour?" Dorothy asked skeptically. "Or perhaps something a little more exciting?!"

Dorothy snapped off the clippers. "There! A new look for your little office pal! He's quite handsome, Wes. Give him a nice treat for being a good boy in my barber chair!"

I smiled shyly, "Thank you, Ms. Dorothy."

She stroked my pelt. "Any time. And do help Wes reel in that ginger lad from the loading dock! He needs to be relieved of that thick, long tail!"

I imagined Dorothy holding the tail up like a hunting trophy. She would beam with joy, for sure!

Then I surveyed the hair on the kitchen floor. The combo of Wes' cut locks plus mine was amazing. I felt my shorn pelt. That too was amazing.

"Ready to head on up to the cabin?" Wes asked, stroking my shorn head.

"Ready!" I replied, reaching for my shirt.

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