MILITARY EXPERIENCES by Gottlieb

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I apologize, but English is not my native language. The English text of this true story is the result of the work of a translator.

MILITARY EXPERIENCES
At the end of the 1980s, the time came when I had to fulfill my civic duty in the form of military service. I was called up for military service after two deferrals, during which I tried to get into college. I was very worried about the military, especially the bullying that was common in that environment at the time. At the same time, I knew that I could expect frequent haircuts very short there, and thus to a large extent the satisfaction of my fetish that I had felt for a long time. Acquaintances who had already been in the military told me about almost constant haircuts. I had the impression that I was quite familiar with what awaited me there.

My hair was kept quite short in childhood due to my father's requirements. At the age of fourteen, I experienced a short haircut in the style of military recruits with a friend from the next class, and together we regularly maintained very short haircuts. It was a wonderful period, full of experiences that I remember fondly. Then, at the age of eighteen, I tried twice in a row to achieve long hair in the form of the then fashionable mullet. However, both of my attempts were uncompromisingly and radically destroyed by the strict and malicious barber, and I could not even resist. I wore my subsequent very short and high haircut, which she then regularly maintained, for a long time. Given the absolute dominance of the crazy girl, I had no choice but to accept her haircut and get used to it. I therefore rightly thought that nothing could surprise me in terms of hair cutting in the military - the only thing I would be surprised about was that I would be shaved completely bald.

After arriving at the military barracks, I was taken along with the others to the reception area, where the haircuts of the new recruits were taking place. To my great surprise, however, we were not cut by the expected military barbers, but unfortunately only by older soldiers. They did not have much experience, so I was not at all satisfied with the result of their barbering work. I was not left with the completely short hair that I had experienced before when I was cut in the military style by civilian barbers. The hair above the ears and on the back of the neck was not cut too high, but only low from today's point of view. I even had bangs left, which I did not wear very often in civilian clothes. Therefore, I was not satisfied in any way from the point of view of my fetish. But there was nothing else to do about it, except wait for the next haircut. This happened before the military oath, when we were also not cut too short, but rather just a little adjusted. It was just a maintenance haircut so that we would look acceptable. My disappointment was enormous! Is this supposed to be the constant, very short military haircut?

After the oath, I got to the company, where as a young soldier I was alone among the older ones. It wasn't a good position, I didn't have any privileges. I trained during the day, and in the evening I cleaned and tidied endlessly as a servant, often until late at night. At first, no one cared about my hair, which was gradually growing back. In order not to attract unwanted attention, I hid it under a headdress that we had to wear almost all the time. As my hair grew back, I kept thinking to myself that it would be a good idea to have a thorough haircut by a military barber - preferably one I knew from stories. Unfortunately, nothing like that happened.

During one of the shifts in the kitchen, the shift commander - an older soldier - attacked me - why do I have such overgrown hair? Why don't I have it cut as short as prescribed? That was music to my ears... It was true, my hair was already quite overgrown. It was certainly a bit longer than the one I wore in civilian clothes when I was cut by a strict and spiteful barber. My hair bothered me, my head would sweat during physically demanding training and in the kitchen environment, and I had difficulty maintaining the desired military appearance. Looking in the mirror, I thought that my overgrown hairstyle was not pretty, but rather disgusting. But I didn't know how to get a good and very short haircut. Should I visit the reception area of ​​the barracks with a room designated for haircuts? I didn't want to go there at all. I would be cut there by older soldiers whose work I was completely dissatisfied with. So I didn't go anywhere, and that ultimately led to a surprising solution. But I couldn't know that at that moment...

In the evening, when I returned from my shift to the barracks, I wanted to take a shower to wash off the sweat and dirt from the whole day's work in the kitchen. It seemed to me that there was silence in the corridor and in the room, somewhat ominous. But I didn't let myself be disturbed and went to the showers. When I entered, I was amazed - three older soldiers were waiting for me in the room, and one of them showed me what he was holding in his hand. It was a box, and inside I saw a Bakelite electric clipper designed for cutting hair. It was already impatiently waiting to have fun with my hair. The older soldier immediately pointed to the bench prepared in front of him in a domineering manner and before I knew it, I was sitting on this bench, undressed. The questions followed: do I think I can get away with such overgrown hair in the army or do I feel that I have the right to such disgusting hair as a young soldier? Before I could answer, one of the soldiers present turned on the clipper and, with the smallest attachment, began to run it through my sweaty and overgrown hair from the front. He tilted my head as he needed to so he could cut my unsightly overgrown hair. He was showing me his dominance and my humiliation. He kept running the buzzing clipper quickly over my head and was pressing it really, really hard. It was obvious that he was doing it with pleasure. The cut pieces of hair fell onto my shoulders, into my lap and onto the floor, gradually adding more and more. Compared to civilian barbers, I received a ruthless cut, I certainly did not receive pleasant treatment. But I did not mind it at all. The clipper kept running over my entire head while radically and mercilessly shortening all my hair to a uniform length of just three millimeters. Three millimeters and not a single bit more! The buzzing electric clipper was searching for any stray hairs and smaller hairs... It was endless. I had never had such drastically short hair in my entire life. But I finally got a proper haircut in the military, as befits and deserves!

Then the electric clipper fell silent for a short moment - but only for a moment, during which the smallest attachment was removed from it. The next action of the clipper on my head, where there was not much hair left, was to take place without any attachment! When I saw this, I held my breath for a moment - I thought that I was about to be cut completely bald. That would mean mercilessly shaving my entire head down to the skin, as if I were a convict. Instead, the older soldier uncompromisingly shaved both sides of my ears and my entire neck up to the crown with the roaring clipper. Then he ordered me to bring my razor, which I usually use to shave my fine, junior beard. He lathered the shaved parts of my head with shaving foam and after a short while, he shaved them completely smooth with the razor. After this shave, my scalp was red. But I was very satisfied inside. I got a haircut like I had never had before! Maybe only in a dream... At the end, I was promised that I would get a haircut like this regularly, regardless of whether I liked it or not. That was something for my ears! The experience was so strong that at night, when the dormitory was quiet, I had to relieve the tension in my crotch alone in the toilet.

The older soldiers liked to keep their promise, reinforcing their dominance. Before my hair could grow an inch longer, I lost it again. I enjoyed watching the electric clipper cut off all my slightly overgrown hairs with precision and efficiency without mercy, and how it thoroughly shaved the sides and neck down to the crown. It wasn't hard to get used to this, or even shaving with a razor. This ritual worked well for me thanks to my fetish, and I didn't have to keep my hair three millimeters short at all. It was in accordance with military regulations and with the older soldiers, who had slightly longer hair and showed me that they could afford it because they had been in the military for a little longer.

My only concern was the stubble on the lower parts of my neck, which required more frequent shaving. I couldn't see much behind me, and there weren't enough mirrors in the washroom that would allow me to look at the back of my neck. When I wanted to shave my fine beard with a razor and my neck, I had to rely only on my own guess. Once, older soldiers caught me doing this and immediately became more interested in me. They asked and wanted to explain in detail why I was shaving my neck. And then it happened: I had to sit down and listen to the fact that these problems of mine needed to be solved immediately.

The solution was quick and easy in a military sense: shaving my head with an electric razor without an attachment, to zero. And then one of the soldiers lathered my entire head with shaving foam and then shaved it thoroughly with my razor. First in the direction of growth, and then against it, several times in a row. It was absolutely amazing - my head was completely hairless in a short time. My white, clean-shaven head, hairless, with only my ears slightly protruding, was staring back at me from the mirror. I enjoyed it a lot, this was exactly what I had wanted - despite some concerns - to experience for a long, long time... It was amazing and fascinating. I gained further experience and by the end of my military service I had alternated between a three-millimeter stubble on top of my head (with the sides and neck shaved all the way up to the crown) and a completely, smoothly shaved head. It was very satisfying and exciting...

On my way home, I noticed other boys my age. Some still had quite long hair, but their popularity was slowly dying out. The fashion for short and very short hairstyles for boys was starting to have a greater impact in civilian life. I made a resolution that when I was in civilian life, I would let my hair grow a little longer, but that my hairstyle would continue to be short, very short for the summer months. Do you think I kept my resolution after returning to civilian life?

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