Just the Usual [by Titan] by Bokalbs

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[Note: This is a story by Titan that I found on Tumblr and loved very much. They have not been actively sharing their stories here, but I thought this would be a good addition to this site.]

It’s funny the trouble we can get ourselves into, but……well here I am. My life changed forever.

It happened a year ago now; I was a typical college guy, a little on the conservative side for my 20 years and a little too sure of myself. That is I knew I was pleasing on the eye. I had a dark full head of hair , a little on the curly side that just touched the collar. I stood 5 foot 10 inches and had been working out for over two years, sporting a male body that got plenty of envious looks.

I had been meaning to go to the hairdressers for days but I was very selective when it came to anyone touching my hair. I found myself in a part of town I was unfamiliar with and happened upon a Barber shop, one of those real old-fashioned ones with the spinning pole outside.
I had some time up my sleeve so I looked in the window and saw an Adonis inside. He was the barber and he couldn’t have been much older than me. He had a very striking, short flattop. Well the homosexual side of me screamed, ‘go in and get your haircut, before you lose him.’

Next moment, I found myself going through the front door, without any hesitation but I could feel the butterflies in my stomach.
He looked up from the haircut he was doing and smiled broadly, "please take a seat Sir, I’ll be with you in a moment."

Sitting down, and not really knowing if I could let this guy cut my hair, I watched as he worked on an older guy in the single chair. The customer had male pattern baldness, the only hair on his head was a thick horse-shoe of blonde hair going around the sides and back.
I knew the barber wouldn’t be long as there wasn’t much hair to cut. Suddenly the barber turned to his counter and took a large mug with a brush in it. To my surprise the barber started to apply thick, white lather with the brush, all over the guy’s bald scalp. He then took a razor and started to shave away the white, thick lather.

I thought this peculiar as the guy didn’t look to have any hair on his head anyway. As I watched with increasing interest I didn’t notice how interested my cock had become.

As the barber carefully shaved the bald area he made sure he didn’t take the blade into the horse-shoe of thick hair. I started to wonder why people going bald such as this guy, didn’t just shave their heads completely bald, I would if I was in the same predicament. Not that I would ever find myself balding anytime soon; my hair had no signs of thinning.

I’d never seen a barber shave anyone with a razor before and I was now aware how much it was turning me on. It was only then that I realized the barber was watching me and smiling. I gave a weak, embarrassed smile back.
The customer seemed to be also enjoying the shave as he watched the barber work in the mirror in front of him.

Finally the shave was finished and after wiping the smooth, now shiny head with a cloth, I was surprised to see the barber take a pair of oversized clippers and fire them up. To my surprise he took the clipper through the thick remaining hair, starting at the sides. As he worked at removing the bulk of the hair, he looked directly at me and winked. It started to feel like this whole haircut was being played out for my benefit, and he knew the slower and more careful he went, the more turned on I became. Suddenly the shop went deftly quiet as the clippers were switched off. I shifted on my chair as I realized how hard I had become and it was there for all to see.

The barber produced a mirror and began to show his handiwork starting at the back. The customer seemed pleased and began to run his hand over the top of his head. The remaining hair was a lot shorter, maybe a number 2, I thought. I had to admit it looked so much better with the bald top then his previous thick mane.

The customer got out of his chair, thanked the barber and went to leave. I wondered why he didn’t pay then thought they might have some arrangement. What I did notice was the guy looked a lot younger than I had first thought. It was the haircut that had fooled me at first. In fact, close up this guy looked closer to my age.

The barber called me to the chair as he grabbed a broom to sweep the fallen hair up.

"Been busy?" I asked as I settled into the big upholstered chair.

"No, not today," he answered, and it was then I noticed the hair on the floor was all one colour- blonde! It was the same colour as the last customers hair. It seemed like a lot of hair for a bald guy, but then maybe he had another blonde customer before that.
The barber introduced himself as Billy, and putting the broom away, asked me if I was from around here.

"No! I’m from Dover Heights, I had some business on this side of town."

Taking a cape and carefully arranging it around my neck he asked me the usual question, "What will it be today, Sir?"

"Please, call me Dan!"

"So! What will it be, Dan? It looks like a long time since your last cut."

"Sure has. Just haven’t had the time. I usually just get the ends tidied up but I have been wanting to try something a little different." I nervously added.

Billy ran a hand up the back of his head which was practically all bristles before saying, "Well - you’ve come to the right place, I specialize in ‘different’ haircuts."

I started to feel anxious, hearing these words. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so quick to come into this shop.

"I noticed you were very interested in my previous customers haircut; maybe you’d enjoy something the same. It would certainly be different from the style you have now."

Slightly embarrassed, I started to laugh at what I thought was the barber’s joke.

"What’s so funny, Dan?" Billy asked, looking quite serious. He knew he had a virgin haircut fetisher here, and was wondering how far he could take the cute customer now sitting in front of him.

"Ah, sorry! I mean that guy had extreme baldness. That’s not really a hair-style." I replied a little sheepishly.

"Well, he thinks it is and so do some of my other customers. Oh! And by the way Alex has no history of baldness in his family."

Alex was the name of the last customer and before I could dwell on the implication of what Billy was saying he started to pump up the chair. "Looks like you’re not ready for a different haircut yet, maybe just trim and tidy up the ends then."

Suddenly I relaxed. "Yeah, I think that’s best." Somehow I wasn’t convinced it was best and I’m sure my disappointment showed. Billy noticed straight away. Taking his comb and scissors he started to work on my ‘usual’ haircut. When he had finished, I had a neat, squared business cut, which I knew was safest.

"How much do I owe you?" I asked as I put my coat on.

"On the house!" Billy replied, "maybe you’ll come back."

I thanked him and said how nice he had been to me. He just smiled, "all part of the service Dan".

Billy knew I’d be back.

Part 2

Well, a week had passed and I couldn’t get Billy out of my mind. Somehow my car drove itself with me in it, back to his shop. As I parked the car across the street from the shop I could see clearly through the shop’s windows.
There didn’t seem to be anyone in the lone Barber’s chair, and I couldn’t see the Barber.

I had been hoping to see some action in the chair for some reason; though I’d never known haircuts could interest me so much.

I got out of the car wondering what in the hell I was doing here. I walked up to the next corner and then crossed the road. I had to get a glimpse of the Barber. Nervously I approached the shop, and just as I passed the opened door, Billy comes out, almost running into me.

"Hello Dan! Back so soon?"
Being caught off-guard I didn’t know what to say. " I was just …..ah in the area….." I lied.

"Didn’t you like your haircut?" Billy asked.

What could I say, ‘I just came to see you; you big hunk.’ "No, I mean I was so happy with your service….you know, offering me a no charge haircut, …I thought….I should pay……ah!….give you some money." I was trying to think fast but I don’t think I sounded too convincing.

"That’s very decent of you, but I can only take money if you let me give you another haircut." Billy smiled.

"But it’s only been a week since I was last here." I nervously replied.

"There’s still plenty of hair to cut. It looks like your hair grows quickly. What about letting me go a little shorter this time."

The thought of being back in Billy’s chair was getting me going. I could feel a stirring in my groin.

Billy continued knowing he had Dan hooked, now was the time to reel him in. "Remember you wanted to try something a little different!" Suddenly he put a hand on my shoulders and I melted some more. He squeezed my neck a little, "Come on, let me work for that money you want to pay me."

Suddenly I felt him guiding me through the door or was it pushing. My emotions were all over the place as I felt his closeness. I hardly was aware of the chair or the cape being placed around me.

"So how different would you like to go?" Billy almost whispered in my ear. His hand still squeezing my neck.

"I ….don’t really ….know…..maybe just….." I could hardly think. I knew I wanted the clippers to run through my hair but I was scared. I’d never had hair that short before.

Billy didn’t give me time to answer, "Maybe you’d like to try my suggestion."

"Huh?" I replied

"You know, when you were here last week and we were talking about the last customer’s haircut. You were very interested in it at the time."

"Oh! Was I?" I couldn’t remember what he was talking about.

"Yes you were." Billy smiled as he looked at my crouch.

There was no hiding my excitement and now it was obvious to Billy.

"Come on, let me give you a great new hairstyle." Billy turned to the counter to ready his equipment.

"Well, alright." I said still in his power.

"So your ready to go the distance and try my idea?" Billy came out and said turning to Dan with a huge set of clippers in his hands.

"Ah…..sure…….I mean….." was all I could say not wanting to delay those clippers rendezvous with my hair.

And without delay the clippers were turned on, the noise filling the shop. "You don’t need all this hair anyway." Billy said as he took the clippers up the back of my head. Somehow I didn’t realize what he meant by his last statement, I was too much in the moment as the vibrating teeth made there way up and over my head, path after path of hair, falling to the floor.

It wasn’t long before he stopped his work on the back of my head and started for the front hairline.

Again, thick clumps of hair fell and landed on my lap. I knew he was taking a lot of hair but I didn’t care. I could feel the warmness of the metal on my scalp, the teeth eating into the thick hair and I loved it.

Suddenly I felt Billy close to my hand on the chairs arm. He brushed my hand with his groin, I could feel a hardness as he pressed in. I groaned as I felt my own dick harden.

Then he stopped. Turning off the clippers, he goes to the door and closes it and locks it. Then he lowers the blinds. He smiles at me and says, "I think we need some privacy.:
I took a big gulp, not knowing what to expect.

I then noticed Billy pick up the clippers again but this time he removed the guard.

I looked up into his beautiful blue eyes, "What number is that?"
He smiled, "don’t worry, you can trust me!"

Well next minute, he brings the clippers to the front of my hairline and draws them back through the remaining hair - all the way back to the crown. It was all very surreal until reality hit and I realized I was staring at pale white skin in a long, wide path. "What the hell do you think you’re doing?" I heard myself scream out.

Startled, Billy turned off the clippers, "what’s the problem? I’m just giving you the style you asked for."

"I never asked for this!" I screamed, only making Billy angrier.

"Hang on a minute. You asked for the same hairstyle I suggested the last time you were here." Billy replied, still holding the clippers in his hand

"What hairstyle?"

"The MPB I’d created on the customer before you." Billy almost growled.
Suddenly I remembered the guy with the bald hairstyle.

"Remember Alex?" Billy continued. "You were very interested at his haircut."

"Billy! What the hell - that guy’s haircut could hardly be described as a ’hairstyle’, he had male pattern baldness."

"No Dan. He had more hair than you." Billy continued.

"What do you mean?" I asked still wondering what the hell was going on.
Billy relaxed a little. " Alex was only 23 and he‘s been interested in going bald for many years. A friend of his suggested he try me first to see if he suited baldness. I told him to try my specialty first before going all the way to full baldness."

I couldn’t speak. To think that young guy wanted to go bald.

"Many guy’s know I’m the only Barber around town that specializes in MPB styles. And that includes creating them or modifying."

He went on to tell me if it was their first MPB cut, he’d do it for free. At the same time I felt his groin against my right hand.

"Okay! It might be alright for Alex but I’m not ready for baldness. What are you going to do with my hair? I can’t go around looking like this!"

"I can fix this Dan, just relax." Billy said as he rubbed his hand down the buzzed strip. I at the same time felt excited at his touch. He noticed my pants. "Then again, I can’t hide this white strip as it’s right in the middle. He started to rub harder.

"I… ah….what the hell are you….oh……" I couldn’t believe how turned on I was getting.

"Look Dan I’m really sorry but I thought this was what you wanted. You were getting so turned on the last time you were here. You know; when I was shaving Alex."

"Look I don’t want to be bald not this young."

"Please, just let me finish what I started and if you don’t like it you can always have me shave you bald or just grow it back." Dan said in a soothing voice.

I couldn’t believe what he was saying but it was starting to really interest me.

Billy started to rub my neck and then lent down to kiss me. I returned the kiss and was hardly aware of the sound of the clippers. Before I could think I know my cock was wanting more clipper action and they got it. Billy started to reapply the vibrating teeth to my cheek. I just groaned as he broke of the passionate kiss. Without thinking I said, "do what you want….."

Without comment he lined those hungry teeth up besides the next strip of hair. He waited and I saw a smile spread on his face. He finally let the clipper do it’s worst as it tore another path down the top of my head.

Part 3

My expression was more of shock as I watched my hair disappearing. I watched without comment as he slowly created my baldness. What would I tell my family? What about my friends? But it was too late, and at the moment I was fully aroused.

I started to rub my cock.
Noticing this Billy knew it was his chance, "Your going to love being bald, you have the right shape to carry off this look. You’re going to look so hot!"
Part of me was saying no I wont, but at the moment I didn’t want him to stop. Was I crazy?

Before long the clippers stopped. He could see my disappointment. But I could see how I was going to look with male pattern baldness. The ring of thick hair surrounding the white scalp reminded me of a clown. Wasting no time he grabbed a smaller pair of clippers. Their high pitched sound was scarier than the heavy-duty ones he’d just used. He started to go around the ring of hair carefully designing my baldness. At least that’s what he said he was doing.

He was attacking the hairline on my temples, cutting away than standing back as he studied his work. Than he’s do the same to the other side ensuring it was even.

I just stared on mesmorized as he revealed more white scalp.

Suddenly something wet and warm brought me out of my daydream. He was lathering the top of my head. Thick and white he spread it carefully over the area he wanted bald.

Taking a razor, one of those 3 or 4 blade jobs he carefully began to shave my head.

I had to admit I was enjoying the feel of the blade going over the skin. I could feel the resistance at first, only slight as the blade made contact with the stubble. As he went over the same area there was no drag on the scalp.

I wasn’t disappointed when he reapplied more white shaving lather. He went over the scalp again this time going against the grain, as the lather disappeared I cold see the new me. I had to admit, it made me look older, more masculine.
Billy wiped my head with a towel and to my surprise, licked the smooth skin. "Wow!" was all I could say as I felt and saw him licking my head over and over.

As he stopped he looked in the mirror at me and said one word, "Beautiful!"
That wasn’t a word that I would have used to describe the change in my appearance.

"You, think so? I mean, it makes me look ….well…old!"

"You look mature. Not like a boy any more but a man!" Billy said as he rubbed the top of my head.

There I was with a buzzed ring of hair on the sides and back, with glistening white skin on top.

I knew I’d take awhile to re-grow my hair but then it would just magnify the male pattern baldness haircut making it look even more obvious.

"Maybe you…..you should shave me bald, I mean…take everything off." I asked not knowing if I was ready for total baldness either.

"Maybe; that’s always an option, but why don’t you try this look for a while. It’s like any change - it takes awhile to get use to." Billy said squeezing my shoulder and trying to reassure me.

I didn’t think I’d ever get use to this look, "Well the top of my head is so white. It looks like it’s been shaved purposely."

"I can fix that!" Billy replied grabbing a bottle from his counter. Without another word he started to apply this thick cream to the white scalp. "Tanning accelerator." He said reading the fear in my eyes. " In a few hours it will be nice and tanned."
Starting to relax I had to admit the feel of the cream over the bald area was turning me on all over again.

"Hmmm!" I started to moan as I felt my cock grow again.

When Billy finished the lotion he washed his hands before dragging what seemed to be a heat lamp over to me.
"This will speed up the tan." and with that he turned it on. As my scalp got hotter and hotter, I noticed the colour start to change.

"Wow!" I said, "that stuff works fast."

"Maybe not fast enough! I think it needs to be darker to match your complexion." Billy added
before reapplying more accelerator.
What I hadn’t noticed was that Billy used a different bottle to the first one, I only noticed it didn’t feel as thick as before. It was more oily. Billy took his time rubbing it in, making me even hornier.

"It feels good doesn’t it". Billy said noticing the ecstasy in my expression. After a few more minutes he lowered the lamp closer to my scalp, and I was really starting to feel the heat.

"Sorry about that. I know it’s a bit hot. But you know what they say, ‘no pain no gain’." He laughed.
What was I gaining? I thought to myself.

"What about a cold drink?" he asked and without waiting for an answer went into the backroom.

My head started to feel like it was being baked. The heat lamp was too close, I’m sure it wasn’t meant to be this close.

I was hoping he’d come back soon. I didn’t think my scalp was getting any browner; just redder! I had also become aware the skin had a tingling sensation but I put this down to the heat of the lamp.

Finally Billy was back with two small bottle of beers in his hand.

"Here! I think we deserve this!" He said cheerfully as he handed me one of the bottles.

"Don’t you think I’ve been under here long enough." I said after I gratefully gulped down the beer.

"Now who’s the professional here?" Billy smiled as he studied the top of my head. "Yes it’s coming along nicely" he added. "Finish your drink and I’ll get you another."

"This is getting really hot!" I told him between gulps. The beer was a little strange tasting but I was really enjoying it.

"No! You’re going to look so hot when I’ve finished with you!"

I was starting to ask what he meant when I began to feel dizzy. I could see Billy’s face start to lose focus. He was still smiling.

As soon as Billy knew I was unconscious he went to spread some more of that oil on my scalp. What I didn’t know was this was a depilatory that worked exceptionally well when the pores on the skin were heated and thus opened right up, allowing the depilatory to get down and attack the hair follicle. With me out he knew I wouldn’t be aware of the pain from the repeated treatment. This time he left the oil on my scalp for an hour.

After he washed my scalp, he applied some Aloe Vera to sooth the burning. He stood back to view his work. He couldn’t believe how much it changed my appearance.

It didn’t take long for me to come around, slowly focusing on the face in the mirror. What I thought was a nightmare was reality; there ahead of me was an older me.

"Oh! You’ve finally come back round. You drifted off for a while."

"Yeah! I don’t know what …… why I’m so tired?"

"Can’t handle your beers I’d say." Billy tried to laugh.

Rubbing my head and coming back to my baldness, "I don’t like this look Billy! I’m only 20."

"Well I can’t put it back on you know!"

"Well I guess you’ll have to shave it all off."

"Ah you sure? I really like this on you." Billy asked already getting his clippers ready.

"It’s the only option." I gingerly replied almost looking forward to getting rid of the current look."
Without another word, Billy fires up his Oyster and began shearing the remaining hair. Path after path of black hair was replaced by white scalp. Soon I could see what I was going to look like bald. At least I had the right shaped head, and it did give my look a bit of an edge.

Before long the shop was silent and I felt warm lather being rubbed around the back and sides of my head.
As the razor began to completely denude my scalp I felt my cock come to attention.

"Maybe we should do something about that!" Billy said stopping the shaving. He undid my jeans and released the beast. I couldn’t believe it as he started to take the whole cock in his mouth.

At the same time he kept running the razor over my head. I was on fire. Maybe I should let him shave me another time. At the moment my hair growing back was the last thing on my mind. I just wanted this barber to make me his haircut slave. I exploded in his mouth which he hungrily swallowed.

"I knew you’d enjoy that!" Billy said as he finished the shave going over and over my head so as to get rid of the shadow.

Lastly came the gel to tan the skin which felt amazing as he rubbed it all over my scalp. I did think it odd he didn’t use the heat lamp this time.

When I finally got home I couldn’t stop looking at my bald head. I ran my hand over and over to see if I could feel any stubble, but no! Smooth soft skin was all I could feel.

Then, two days latter, I noticed the shadow of my hair starting to show. But it was only around the sides and back. Looking closely in the mirror I couldn’t see any shadow on the top of my head. I ran my hand over the top and sure enough the skin was smooth. As I ran my hand down to the sides I could start to feel stubble growing.

I looked like those guys with baldness that shave completely.

Why wasn’t the hair on the top growing. Suddenly I felt a knot in my stomach.
That heat lamp. He didn’t use it the second time!

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