Bald and tattooed by Snagg

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One Saturday afternoon. I was hanging out on the sofa with my new boyfriend, wearing only sweatpants, just hours before my chosen family would come over for dinner and meet Liam for the first time.
"You know, my family is a bit strict when it comes to hairstyles" I said, running my hand through his Ivy League haircut.
"What do you mean? I was just at the hairdresser this week."
I laughed. "My family never goes to a hairdresser. My gay bros and daddies are all shaved bald. Like me. To successfully introduce you to my family, it would be best to finally shave your head."
I looked at him, waiting for a reaction. But he remained silent and instead played with his chest hair.
"Look," I said. "I told you from the beginning: I expect guys who fancy men with shaved heads to shave their heads too."
"So it's not just about your family?"
I rolled my eyes. "Liam, we both have a bald fetish! This means I want my partner to have a nice, clean-shaven head."
"Do I have a choice?"
"You have the choice to live out your fetish or be a pussy for the rest of your life."
He cleared his throat. "Okay, you can shave my head."
"I'm glad to hear that!" I said. "And by the way, I would also like to shave off your chest hair and replace it with nipple piercings and a tattoo."
He let out a whistle. "You expect quite a lot."
"Liam, until you met me, all you did was look at pictures of tattooed, bald men and jerk off. But I'm not just a jerk-off material that expects nothing in return."
"Hmm. Maybe I could get something small..."
I shook my head. "I want you to get inked properly. To begin with, I'd like you to get yours arms tattooed, completely tattooed, and at least half of your chest and maybe one lower leg as well."
"To begin with?"
I took my phone out of my pocket. "I can call my tattoo artist right now and make an appointment."
I could see how the thought of both of us having shaved heads and our bodies covered in tattoos made him extremely horny.
"Call him!" he said.
I dialed the number. "Hi John! Finn here. My boyfriend has finally decided to get some tattoos. ... Yes, I think it will be several long sessions."
After hanging up, I stood up. "It's time to go to the bathroom and shave."

In the bathroom, I told him to sit on the edge of the bathtub. I took the clippers and switched them on. I placed the machine on his forehead and, without hesitation, ran it over his head. Once, twice, three times and a few more times. His brown hair fell mercilessly from his head.
I saw him put his hand into his sweatpants to play with his erect cock.
"It doesn't look like you regret losing your hair," I said.
"It's so hot to get my head shaved."
"I knew my dirty little pig would like it."

When his Ivy League was completely gone, the floor, the bathtub, and his body were covered in hair.
"I had a hell of a lot of hair on my head."
"Don't ever dare grow it back. From now on, you'll be shaving your head every day. Got it?"
"Yes, sir!"

I rubbed his head with shaving foam and wet shaved it, not just once, but twice, to make sure his head was really smooth.
"I want my partner's head to be as soft as a baby's ass."

After shaving, we stood next to each other in front of the mirror.
"Looks hot!" Liam said as I wiped the remaining foam off his heads with a towel. "I love seeing us both bald."
"Of course you love it!"
I put the towel aside and hugged him. We pressed our hard cocks against each other and I started twirling his nipples.
"Your chest hair really needs to go," I said, reaching for the clippers.
With one hand I shaved his chest, with the other hand I continued to play with his nipples.
After his chest was shaved, Liam said: "I guess there should be enough room on my chest for a tattoo now."

A few months later, he had a large tattoo that stretched from his left chest over his left shoulder and down his entire left arm. Soon he would start getting his other arm and his legs tattooed. He also has his nipples pierced and wears a nose ring that's even bigger than mine.
For our first anniversary, he suggested we get our dicks pierced.
"So you want us to have some kind of wedding ring," I said.
"I would rather call it an engagement ring. If we get married I want us to get matching tattoos on our heads."
"I'm so proud of you," I said, licking his head. "Who would have thought that this shy guy with the Ivy League haircut would finally dare to walk the world with a shaved head, piercings, and tattoos."

And by the way, my family is very happy that I found such a fantastic partner.

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