Forced me to live out my fetish by Snagg

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I met Ben through a dating platform. We both share a preference for extremely short haircuts. The difference is that Ben is living out his fetish, but I haven't yet. Ben has a sharp high fade haircut, the sides and the back faded down to zero with a quick transition to a 5-mm top length. I, on the other hand, haven't dared to cut my light brown locks drastically yet, even though I've fantasized about looking like a badass soldier for years.

"I think it's time, Marc," Ben said one Saturday morning when we had just woken up and were still lying in bed.
Ben ran his fingers through my 15 cm long hair. "I would really like to see your face better."
"I thought you liked my stubble."
"I'm not talking about your facial hair." He stroked my unshaven cheeks. "I like your stubble, yes. But I would like it even more if you had stubble on your head too."
"Ben, I don't know if I'm ready..."
"You're more than ready. That's why you have an appointment with my barber after breakfast."
"Ben..."
He gave me a kiss. "If I don't force your happiness, you'll never dare to get a decent haircut."

A good hour later, Ben pushed me through the door of Luke's Barbershop. "Here comes your 10 a.m. appointment," Ben said to Luke.
Luke was a tall, muscular man in his mid-thirties with a shaved head and a few tattoos on his arms. He smiled at me and said: "Ben has told me a lot about your way-too-long hair, which he would love to see fall to the floor."
"Well, Luke," said Ben, "as you can see with your own eyes, my shaggy prince urgently needs a radical makeover. I want you to make him a real man."
"No problem!" replied the barber. "So far, no one has ever left this barbershop without getting a military-short cut."
The barber indicated to me to take a seat in one of the barber chairs. As he put a cape around me, he asked Ben: "What exactly do you want me to do with him?"
"I want him to have a high skin fade that continues with an ultra-short buzz cut, so short that he can no longer style it, let's say 3 mm long. And when I say high skin fade, I mean really high. I want to see a lot of skin."

I was shocked. But aroused at the same time. My heart beat faster. I wanted so badly to have my hair cut off. But again the usual questions came to mind: What would the others say? Friends, family, colleagues.
"Ben, can't we cut my hair not too short first?" I asked. "And then next time..."
Ben rolled his eyes. "Marc, what are you waiting for? You want short hair and I also want you to finally have short hair. I want my boyfriend to look like a Marine, not like your neighbor's shaggy dog."
"Ben, please..."

Ben turned to Luke. "Forget what I just said about how his hair should be cut. Give him an even more radical hairstyle. Shoe him!"
"What?"
"You heard that right, Marc. Luke is now going to give you a horseshoe flattop. The back and sides of your head will be shaved nice and clean. And on top of your head you'll get an equally nice, clean-shaven landing strip. You'll be left with a horseshoe of very short hair on the front of your head. Otherwise your skull will be bald. And you will look damn hot."

I was speechless. And never been so turned on. My cock was so stiff it hurt. "I'll take the bulge in your shorts as a sign that you're ready," Ben said.
I nodded. I was so horny that I could no longer think about what others would say.

Ben took a pair of clippers from the table in front of the barber's chair and pressed them into Luke's hand. "I think you can start shearing him."

Luke took a large comb and placed it above my forehead. He switched on the clippers and shaved over the comb. Long tufts of hair fell to the floor. Only stubble remained.
Luke pushed the comb back a little further and shaved over the comb again. The process was repeated a few more times until I no longer had any long hair on the top of my head. Then Luke put the comb aside and applied the clippers to my forehead, a little behind my hairline. He started shaving me a wide landing strip.
"It might look a little ridiculous right now," Luke said. "But in the end it will look great."
"He will love it," said Ben, standing behind me with his arms crossed and watching my transformation.

Next, Luke shaved off the hair on the back and sides. More and more hair fell to the floor, and my head felt increasingly lighter. Then foam was spread on my head and everything except the horseshoe was shaved smooth. Finally, Luke took the comb and clippers again to adjust the horseshoe a little more.
When the haircut was finished, Luke pulled off the cape. "Voilà, monsieur! A badass horseshoe flattop as requested! If you want to keep the look, you should have it touched up once a week."

I looked at myself in the mirror and ran my hand over my almost completely bald head. "I can't believe I finally did it!"
"Well," said Ben, "your wet dream has come true." Then Ben turned to Luke. "Please give him an appointment for next Saturday and subsequent Saturdays. I want him to keep the horseshoe for at least half a hair. After that, we can think about other short hairstyles."
"Ben, don't you think I can make an appointment for a touch-up myself?"
Ben laughed and patted me on the back of the head. "To be honest, you haven't given the impression that making appointments with a barber is one of your talents."

I got up from the barber chair, Ben paid and we left the shop. As I was about to go to the car, Ben said: "The makeover isn't finished yet." He pointed to an army-wear store across the street. "We'll also get you some new clothes. Some camouflage pants, some olive T-shirts, and, of course, a pair of boots."
"I'd like to, but..."
"...but you're a pussy and you don't dare," Ben finished my sentence.
"I could maybe wear the army clothes after work and on weekends."
"But when your friends or your mother come to visit, you put on your stuffy cotton shirts again. Am I right?"
"I've never come out about my fetishes..."
"Your new hairstyle is enough of a coming-out. No one will believe you're into floral shirts any longer." He took me in his arms and patted the back of my shaved head again. "You told me you wanted to live out your fetishes 24/7. Finally do it!"
"For you, it's easy to wear army gear. You work for a fetish party organizer."
Ben smiled. "And you work as a landscaper. So camouflage and olive go perfectly."

When we left the store half an hour later, I was wearing camouflage cargo pants, an olive T-shirt, and black boots.
I had bought another pair of pants and two more T-shirts.
"I think that's enough," Ben had said. "Someone who looks that badass doesn't need that much clothing."

I suggested we walk around town a bit. I wanted to show off my new look in public. All the reservations I'd had before the transformation were now gone. I felt incredibly comfortable with my new hairstyle and my new style of clothing, and I wanted everyone to see it!

In the pedestrian zone we happened to bump into Peter, one of my closest friends. He was not surprised by my changed appearance: "I knew what you were into. It was only a matter of time before you cut your hair and showed up in camouflage."

Later, Ben took some photos of me and I posted them on Facebook and Instagram.
The reactions were almost exclusively positive:
"Wow! What a fierce look!"
"Congratulations on finally taking the plunge!"
"Welcome to the club of badass dudes!"
"This extremely short hairstyle suits you much better than the mop you had before."
"Now I understand why you want to buy a jeep, you damn soldier!"
… and so on and so forth.

The only negative reaction came from my mun. She called me immediately after seeing the photos. "Marc, what have you done with your beautiful curls!"
"You mean those curls you always said looked too girly?"
"And why don't you wear your nice shirts anymore?"
"You mean those shirts you always said looked too sissy?"

Two days later, on Monday at work, my boss congratulated me. "Your long hair is finally gone! Long hair just gets in the way of our work. I was always about to tell you to finally go to the barber. But then I saw your new boyfriend and thought: He'll make sure you end up in the barber's chair."

The essence of this story is: If you want extremely short hair, don't hesitate to let the clippers get close to your mop, right next to your scalp! And wear the clothes you like! And throw the rest in the used clothing collection!

I've been wearing my horseshoe flattop for a few months now, and Ben wants me to get a Southside fade soon. "And in the summer, when it's really hot, I want the two of us to get induction cuts."

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